So wonderful to be by the side of the ocean, in a secluded spot. It's somewhat like being at the world's edge.
Edge of a storm.
The thunder rumbles and the dogs sigh.
'Sigh no more' was a song from Twelfth Night. It isn't my favourite play, but it has some impressive lines.
Lines, no matter how impressive, do not necessarily add up to a good play. There are so few really good contemporary dramatists currently turning out plays.
Plays are getting so awful, in the whole, I agree. I don't know whether it's the panning for low laughs, or the lack of ambition, but it seems as if we are far from a golden age in theatre....
Theater seems to subsist on musicals and revivals. Things designed to attract the tourists.
Tourists usually opt not to see the real part of the country that they visit. They go to idealised versions of different countries, or, in the case of England, places like England but hotter, like hideous Benidorm, and are much poorer for it.
It is naught but the truth you speak. Although I speak as one who has never been to Benidorm (Spanish for a good gaff) nor yet Torremolinos.
Torremolinos, and similar places, are evil. That is, unless your dream is an eighteenth-floor flat somewhere next to a grimy beach and a battered Mars bar shop.
Mars Bar shops are mercifully rare, and you almost never see one in pristine condition. Why is that, do you think?
Think it's because people who eat battered Mars bars generally disrespect hygiene. Wouldn't you agree?
agree to do good, who knows, someone might owe their lives to you and your goodness.
Goodness, you mean the bars and not the shops?
Only joking; deep-fried Mars Bars are a Scottish delicacy which has become famous wordwide.
Worldwide known, but probably not worldwide eaten. Have you ever tried one?
I'd imagine the mortality rate for the Scot consumers has skyrocketed.
Skyrocked Mars Bars sound like a good idea to me. I prefer belgian chocolates myself.
Myself, I saw vendors selling deep-fried twinkies and mars bars at the fair on the weekend. I was oddly fascinated.
Fascinated Drom will be lo learn that no, I have never eaten one. My son has, however, and pronounces them delicious; He always did have trouble with his english.
Differ I think I would about the alleged deliciousness of fried Mars bars, since that idea seems somewhat revolting to me. What keeps them from melting when they are fried?
