Consequences is a game we used to play on summer afternoons in the lower meadow by the little river. Rules were usually ignored and often quite blatantly.
Blatantly wearing pink daffodils and purple leeks, teh gay Welsh paraded down the unblinking street. Wales was dragged into the modern age.
Age, and its merits in court circles in 16th century France, is a common theme in Brantome's collected essays. Its usual title is The Lives of Gallant Ladies.
"Ladies, may I have your attention please? Women and children first, right after me!" called the captain as he headed toot sweet for the lifeboat.
Lifeboat launching is very simple. You just release the brake and away you go.
Go! Go! Go, man, go!
I gotta gal that I love so-
Tutti frutti, au rutti
Sang Wee Willy Harris. But how did he earn that soubriquet?
Sobriquet schmobriquet - that the heck is your problem???
Problems besiege everybody. The only people without problems are those in cemeteries.
Cemetries are places I avoid. I have read Mailer's Ancient Evenings.
Evenings are the sad time of the day. The brightness of daytime is gone and the cosiness of night has not yet arrived.
Arrived at the doorstep of my girlfriend and she stood me up. Talking about a sad time!
Time heals all wounds and wounds all heels. Such is the theory of poetic justice.
Justice is a concept highly developed in young children. How often have you heard them whinge "It's Not FAIR!"?
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face
Great chieftain o' the pudden race-
So said Burns, to a haggis no less.
Less and less people today are content with their lot. Perhaps they should be given more and more.
More and more people are using their P.C.'s instead of their televisions.
Televisions are a blight on the land. They allow inordinate power to unelected interest groups which undermines democracy.
Democracy is hardly if ever practised. That is probably just as well.
Well, ain't that just a purty sight?
Sight is overrated, as well as the rest of the senses--in fact, I think I'd rather be blind, deaf and dumb.
