today i just thought you might like to know, i’ve never appeared on stage or collaborated in any way with either leonard cohen or bono; nor as far as i’m aware have either of them ever asked me. but you never know.
i dont know about you, but for me that’s kind of reassuring.
short blogs are great, they give you more time to think, about things,
like tuesday and the weather.
it took 86,400 seconds, for yesterday to be yesterday.
I know, I just counted them all.
Some I have to say, were better than others.
it’s tuesday. so, what else do you need to know?
does the number of words or pictures in a blog determine its usefullness?
some blog posts you’ll notice, are very short
i met ivor cutler once in edinburgh, he seemed a lovely man.
he gave me a very tiny round sticker with the words, “amoebas are very small,” in tiny writing on it.
some things in life you should always remember.
hello. well wouldn’t you know it. the circus is town. look! there’s the one-toothed acrobat and his wayward assistant; the bow legged tricky horse rider; the pretty average lion tamer with her pretty average lions; a marching band marching; candy floss and her three sons; the acrobat called fernandez who hails from hull, and his troupe of high wire hustlers; the elephant and tiger double act; henry the human fly, where’s he been all these years?; eddie the human canonball; debbie the disposessd; bill the bankrupt; stephen the swindler; and showing them all how to behave, carmichael and cedric the clown. show starts at 8, don’t be late.
a whole bunch of people just flew in with the coming of spring and we’re pleased to see them all and one, and making so much noise every morning. there’s barry the bald eagle, doesn’t usually come this far, so he’ll be exhausted, give him a chair. a few hundred geese all called canada it’s no wonder they get confused; robin pretending he owns the place as usual and if things had been different he probably still would; well wouldn’t you know say hello to the wood pidgeon pair, inseperable nice to see; mr and mrs blackbird back for another drink, do they ever know when they have had enough i wonder; the wren, the wren is a mighty small bird, but he’s big if you’re a dunnock; ducks, drakes, swans, waders, and warblers the place is flying.
The Curious Case of the One Eared Rabbitt
It was perhaps an accident, or a domestic, an unfriendly friend, or an error of friendship. A case of just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or just not knowing it was the wrong place and the wrongtime to be there, being totally unaware of the time, and not moving quickly enough. Perhaps, some unkind and unknowing activists had suggested, the result of experiments gone wrong or worse still gone right, or some too kindly and well meaning helper in the same experiment. An attempt to imitate his hero, as those who knew him, knew Rabbitt had always professed his love of the work of Van Gough. Some guessed a wayward dart, in a darts match or a pub quiz gone too far. Others hinted at a darker world of sacrifice and magic, or lighter spring and summer equinoxes, music festivals and fashion trends, the kinder souls favoured the accident, or the inherited gene.
Whatever the cause, Floppy, the one-eared rabbit just wasn’t saying.
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