Looking for poetic inspiration, I’ve been trawling my old notebooks. I found some fun stuff which I’d like to share; but don’t worry – there’s not a poem in sight. Let me worry about that.
Alec the paperboy passed the house as I opened the door. I waved to him.
Spud, 12, to Alec: ‘I’m sorry about my Mum; she’s a weirdo.’
Some neologisms of mine (you may recognise a couple but I share them again in the hope of one day having an entry in the Oxford Dictionary):
- Smail: newsy email. Obsolete now I have a blog.
- Techneptitude: technical ineptitude of the highest order (my special gift). I got a published poem out of this one.
- Suburbani: modern wage slaves. Another poem, sadly unpublished, even though it has a pretty font.
- Weepiknees: crying, with trembling legs. I inadvertently predicted my Toby Tale with this one.
From The Sunday Telegraph supplement, Seven, 11/05/08:
Anxiety: fear in search of a cause.
I’m sure I’ve shared this before but I find it so amusing, I have to tell it again.
There was a South African politician called Ferdi Hartzenberg; and a South African newsreader who shall remain nameless.
Journalists had a nickname for Mr H and this particular journalist once, live on television, accidentally used it: Herdi Farts ‘n’ Burps.
If you like your politicians mocked, head over to Edwina Currie Made Me Start This Blog, my newest blog. You’ll find more from my old notebooks.