Follow the links as you read what follows: Asides have been highlighted in green. You can tell that I am a serious person from Eve Corbel's useful editing guide above. Or I take myself seriously. One of the two. Maybe both. I am also constantly amused and quite often silly. I am seldom silly when... Continue Reading →
Fried Cabbage
I love it when I get e-mails from Angel. Angel is a bad speller, but that does not matter. Most of her e-mails are incredibly wicked cartoon jokes. They are like chocolate bars. Either I save them as a reward after completing an arduous task or I gobble them up all at once. The jokes,... Continue Reading →
A failed ascetic awakes
I was strangely drawn at a young age to the concept of asceticism. Perhaps it was the collocation of living as a child in a country at war, where people survived against the odds in an environment of economic sanctions, and those ridiculous cotton dresses which passed for school uniforms, over which we were permitted... Continue Reading →
Allow me to introduce myself
Call me old-fashioned, if you will. I like to be introduced when I meet people I have hitherto not encountered, even if I perform the introduction myself. Thus, the way is paved for the possibility of a sharing of common interests, whether in business, or for the delightful purposes of friendship.Upon introduction in the real... Continue Reading →
How to wash the dishes
There is a BBC comedy skit program where a typical farmer fellow comes out of a barn and announces, "This year, I shall mainly be wearing Dolce&Gabbana.". He turns heel in his galoshes, returns to the barn and shuts the door. I am fond of quoting variations on this theme, by way of light relief... Continue Reading →
Ebbelwei Express
Well, sitting on an express tram, getting rapidly inebriated on cider, and depending on porosity, soaking in history at the same time is certainly an option to consider. Just think, I might even be given to giggling.AllisonAwake and utterly sober on this 01.01.11Note: the word or phrase in bold appeared in my previous blog.For the uninitiated (whose... Continue Reading →
Incurably curious. Curiously incurable.
I might as well get it out of my system now; confess, if you will. I love words. I love reading dictionaries. [If I were making a speech at a golf club, say, I would have lost about ninety per cent of my audience already. It is possible to love words and golf, or books and... Continue Reading →
Denim and truth
On the threshold of my teenage years, I discovered for the first time in my life that as selfish as such behaviour might be, nagging one's mother to distraction does yield the desired result. The very much desired object of my affection was my first pair of jeans. There is no need to describe them... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 