Snippets

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.

From 2008:

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.’

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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  Another poem, sadly unpublished, even though it has a pretty font.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.

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From The Sunday Telegraph supplement, Seven, 11/05/08:

Anxiety: fear in search of a cause.

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A Re-run

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.

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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.

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