- unfortunate not to live in the Sceptred Isle, namely Britain, which I confess is most of the world, "blether" means pointless gossip with no discernible point. Much like BOOJUM! in fact. And you pronounce it to rhyme with "weather".
Conrad: poster child for "blether" |
Sky = on top; Sea = on bottom At times it can be hard to discern |
The Birds, Our Barometer Of Wind
They were singing suspiciously sweetly today, the frolicksome feathered fiends. Dark, damp, windy and far too early - so what the heck have they got to be so amused about?
BLACKBIRD: Good MORNING!
THRUSH: GOOD Morning!
BB: I see NASDAQ has made a strong recovery overnight.
T: Eh? What?
BB: Oops, sorry, forgot the Schedule! Item one, insult Fatty.
T: That's better. There he is. You know, there's something odd about the repellent old sponge today.
BB: Has his spleen truss worked loose?
T: No, no, it's his appearance.
BB: Good Lord, the poisonous old pratwinkle hasn't had plastic surgery, has he?
T: What - Botox and Polyfilla?
BB: Ha! Very good. You know, I think he's had a haircut.
T: Does he really think that makes a difference?
BB: Perhaps he does. Less chance of him being seen as an electrocution victim.
T: The only way he's ever going to look good is by covering that head with a paper bag.
STARLING: Whoo, him again! Talking of bags, I were looking in through the bathroom window and -
- the bus came.
Great! I'll have it to go, thanks. |
"Manscaping" - Credited To Russell
Russell, at lunch today, declared that he didn't feel properly gay as he wasn't into "manscaping", which word had Conrad snorting loudly in amusement. It refers to generally titivating oneself about with eyebrow threading, pedicures, exfoliant fish** and the pruning back of excessive nostril hair.
No danger of anyone ever mistaking Conrad for a manscaper - see the Birds above for an objective viewpoint of what he looks like.
Conrad minus camouflage |
Er - once again Conrad apologises for these things that pop into his head at random. Don't complain, it might have been "The Sex Life of the Dog Whelk" or "150 Flavours of Lapsang Souchong Described in Detail".
Anyway, Mad King Ludwig. It may be a German name, but I'd be furious if my given name was "Ludwig" too. Ludwig Van Beethoven could get away with it because he was deaf, had a violent temper and was a musical genius.
Watch out - or he'll Beet you! |
ADVISERS: Okay, Sire, you've acceded to the throne of Bavaria these four weeks now and so you're thoroughly bedded-in.
LUD: Yes, and I feel GILDED IN GOLD AND GLORIOUS!
ADVISERS: Time to declare war, then.
LUD: I'm so - wait, what?
ADVISERS: War, Sire. Declaring it. Bavarian tradition.
LUD: But - but - but -
ADVISERS: Spain or Italy?
LUD: I don't want to declare war, I want to build beautiful palaces!
ADVISERS: Ho ho Sire, you will have your little joke.
LUD: What I want is to dance, dance, dance all night -
ADVISERS: No, Sire! No no NO! Now, we recommend Italy, a good match for a novice like yourself.
LUD: Where's Richard Wagner? I want to patronise him. And build beautiful palaces.
ADVISERS: What? No, Sire. Keep on-topic, please. If you start with Italy you can work on up with Spain -
LUD: Italy - home of opera! And Venice. Nice architecture.
ADVISERS: Sire Please, declaring war. Our great Bavarian tradition.
LUD: I declare - I declare - MYSELF WONDERFUL!
ADVISERS (muttering): How soon can we organise a coup?
"Ludwig, having slain the Carpet Monster, felt justified in wearing it as a trophy." |
* There are blue skies, sunshine and it is hot. British residents need reminding of this.
** Are these still a thing?
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