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Here's to a wee piece-a-peace

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Remembering the dearly departed

on

All Hallows Eve!

 

Perusing and Carousing

There I was, over on Twitter, perusing and carousing...

 

... And whilst I was perusing and carousing, looking back and forth between here and there, I was also a pondering over the stormy seashore, and this is what me pondering came up with: 

 

Retreating clouds revealing blue skies

 

Blustery winds boost waves

Heir to the Chair

I've been a pondering further as to what the new royal heir to the chair would consider as a nom de plumage for a future majestic reign.  

Just because the new baby prince is called George doesn't mean he has to stick with it for ever and ever, for all reality, especially in the event he becomes King.

I kinda fink a King Louis has a real get up and jive sound for tomorrow's monarchy, but then again... who knows. Life is like an unfinished script, always open to interpretation, editing and restructuring. 

It's a Boy!

The whole wide world is talking about the royal baby. He's not been named, as yet, but my money's on Andrew or Michael for the new prince. Mind you, Spencer would be a nice name, too!

What's your guess for this future king? 

I'm In The Mood For Dancing

I have this card that says:

Live your dreams, take a chance...

And never be afraid to dance!

Bernie Nolan and her sisters certainly showed me how to do it...

Colour Me Shameless

Last week, on a train heading home, I latched on to a distant conversation between a pair of Cambridge University students whiling away the miles with general chit-chat about life in and outside of their different colleges. One was on his way home to Moscow, the other a geography student going who knows where, but she thought it would probably include a two week family holiday somewhere in Italy.

After the polite chap had listened intently to the young lady rattle out a few Italian sounding place names he asked if she knew Row-des. 

Nope, it seemed the geography student had never heard of Row-des. 

“It’s the big Greek island”. 

Ahh… That Rho-des! Gotcha, mate! 

The geography student still had no idea.

Through highly experienced powers of deduction and an old fashioned CSE in geography, the answer seemed somewhat elementary. Sometimes it’s not what people say, but the way information is heard that makes the difference in correlating the details with the desired facts. Well, that’s what this wannabe writer and serial eavesdropper who went to the University of Life surmised. 

“The trouble is”, said the geography student, “we don’t actually study where places are”. Obviously… I pondered, as she continued to tunnel her way past the sediment of an unfortunate miss-understanding. 

“Just because we do a lot of colouring in on maps, people think we know where places are.” 

Erm… Just cos I write a lot of words people think I’m writing a book, now where are me crayons?