Saturday, October 19, 2024
Tuesday, August 13, 2024
Holiday Heaven & Hell
Animated Angela.
'How was your play performance? At the rehearsal?' Asked the lady sitting opposite me at dinner at the Writers' Holiday.
I was impressed that my reputation as an amateur actress had reached this charming stranger.
I smiled, 'How did you know I was in a play?'
'You told me. You sat next to me, at lunch time. Remember?'
'Oh, yes.' I attempted to recover. 'You look different from this angle.'
I had not looked at her face when she sat on my left at lunch time. I had been engrossed in chasing the dead fish around the plate without knocking the bread roll onto the floor, alongside the two white paper table napkins. They had floated down from my lap unassisted, like hang gliders.
The elderly gentleman, aged in his nineties sitting on my right, had a better memory than mine. He said to me, 'How is your huband? He came here with you about ten years ago.'
I gasped, 'You have a phenomenal memory. I saw him last week - and I've forgotten him already.'
The lady opposite me laughed. I focused on her face. Her name tag hanging from the conference lanyard was below the level of the table.
I asked her, 'How do you spell your name?'
'It's Sue,' she answered. 'Spelled the usual way. Ess you ee.'
'Ah yes. SUE, as in I shall sue you?'
'Yes. You are right. Although I never sue anybody.'
'No of course not. No time for that. What do you do in the day, when you are not busy, eating, fish?'
'I like to swim. In the river Derwent.'
'I swim in swimming pools.. Clear water. I Suppose the river is cheaper. Is the water clean?'
'Yes, you can see fish.'
'I can see fish now, on my plate.'
'It is very relaxing.'
'Is it deep? Do you swim under water?'
'No I never swim under water.'
'Very wise. You never know what you might see.
'I can't see you very well, because you are silhouetted against the window. You have bright white light, all around your head.
'It's my halo,' she said.
'It suits you, ' I said. 'I would like a halo. Where can I buy one.'
'Anywhere. They are not expensive.'
'Primark.'
'Probably.'
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Writers' Dream comic poem number 450... by Angela Lansbury
I dream I'll write a famous work
Best selling novel or sweet song
If I stick to the facts and truth
Add quotes and rhymes, it can't take long
Friday, June 17, 2022
Mixed mother's metaphors
I'm ringing to say you're invited to dinner, and my son will pick you up in his car after work. He said he would phone you, but I thought I would phone, because waiting for him to phone is like waiting for the Messiah to come.
Thanks to Shoshanna for this phrase.
Of course, it is the metaphor which is mixed, not the mother.
This will only be a mixed meatphor if we add another metaphor to the mix.
Thursday, April 28, 2022
Polyglots - is it all Greek to you? What the French say!
The phrase, it's all Greek to me, meaning I cannot understand it, is a modernized, slightly changed version of a phrase in William Shakespeare's play, The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.
What do the Greeks say? They say it's Chinese. That's what many other languages say.
In Europe the squat toilets are out of fashion. Some countries call them French toilets. The French call them Turkish toilets.
Eyelet fabric used to be known by the French term, broderie Anglaise.
In England we used to call sliding patio doors, French windows. The French called them English windows.
In England we talk of Danish pastries. French speaking countries call them Viennoise.
In England we have French dressing, and French letters.
Useful Website
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_to_me
Friday, August 7, 2020
Poem Life Is A Toss Of Dice?
On Facebook on a writers page somebody asked us to write a poem using the words: dice, ice, lice, mice, nice, rice, vice
Here is my version
Life's A Toss Of Dice
Life is like a toss of dice,
You could get sunshine, could get ice,
could get health, could catch lice,
could cuddle a cat, be scared of mice,
but most days life is spicy but nice,
that's because I'm naughty but nice,
eat potato, pasta or rice, once or thrice,
I'm the president, you are the vice,
election swings like the toss of the dice,
and so, I say, go with the flow,
because I know,
life is like the toss of a dice.
Which goes to show
It isn't only what you know
Yet people always say
it isn't good to have all work no play
Or to rely on the toss of a dice
it just encourages you to shirk
You could achieve more if you work
And sweep the yard and study hard
A not just sit expecting it
to fall in your lap
Or change like the map
Expecting cuddles like a cat
Take my advice
Get up and go
Show who you are and what you know
And don't rely
On the toss of a dice
When you could read a book
Or go and cook
A cake with spice - that would be nice
Not just the curtain of what's uncertain
A recipe makes it easy
So do what you're able
Put food on the table
If you want to eat, you need to act
That is a fact, let's make a pact
With no time lost, it's time to toss
The salad and pancake, or we'll feel cross
Though you could choose a recipe
With the toss of a dice.
-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury
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