Mission Statement: to do very little, for very few, for not very long. Disappointing the easily pleased since 1819. Not as good as it used to be from Day One. History is Bunk - PT Barnum. Artificially Intelligent before it was fashionable. Fat camp for the mind! Nothing lasts, but nothing is lost. The Shock of the Old! Often bettered, never imitated.
That'll cheer them up, won't it?
ReplyDeleteAren't they suffering enough. Can't Italy pass a law to stop this horror.
ReplyDeleteBono is a "Dick!"
ReplyDeleteBono offering just a single song? Here's an entire album:
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Bono & the pope are close friends.
ReplyDeleteAnd they are both close friends of th' Virgin Mary.
DeleteWhen I was in theological college in Cambridge (in a previous lifetime) I wrote a sketch for the annual revue, where Eric Pardon (sacred agent 777) retutns to HQ (Heavenly Quarters) to report to G on his (failed) mission to Nazi Germany to find out about Cheap Grace (the guys who know about Dietrich Bonhoeffer will recognise the reference). Anyway he reports to G's office where Mary is is the secretary (a la Moneypenny) and asks her how long she's been with the firm. She replies "2000 years," and with a sigh adds "and still a virgin." For some reason the college fathers refused me permission to put the sketch on. Never understood why.
ReplyDeleteThat should read 'returns'. Alcohol will repel the virus, but at the saqme time reduces immunity. S***
DeleteThat should read 'at the same time' Double s***
ReplyDeleteYawning Angel sez...
ReplyDeleteNice story, sambgodot, if that is indeed your real name. Or should I call you Thomas Pynchon?
Never read Pynchon. Tried, but failed. Suppose I should try again and fail better.
ReplyDeleteOoff. High maintenance read.
DeleteTry again, to not fail better. Struggling through Finnegan's Wake at present, with the aid of Joseph Campbell's Skeleton Key. I realised a few weeks back that I had bought my copy in March 1970 and it's been sitting on my shelves for half a century, daring me. I've finally given in. If the virus doesn't finish me off, this probably will and it makes a change from ploughing through The Unnameable. At least Joyce did use punctuation.
ReplyDeleteActually, in today's Guardian there is a cartoon suggesting more upbeat versions of classics, e.g Portnoy's Compliment, Life in Venice and Finnegan's Birthday Party. The last one made me laugh out loud, a rare occurrence these days. (Though I have giggled at some of Joyce's outrageous puns - the ones I've understood, that is.)
ReplyDeleteThe thing about Finnegans Wake is firstly to understand the title. Unlike Portnoy's Complaint, there is no possessive apostrophe. The second is to read it aloud in a public place (should any be available to you), imitating a lurching Belfast drunk, the kind that breathes into your face and hangs on to your lapel (not the other kind). Then the whole thing begins to make sense.
DeleteNever noticed the missing apostrophe, the dust jacket of my copy is torn just at that point and I never looked at the title page, just dived in at 'riverrun'. Damn, I'll have to start again now and I'd got to page 260. I'll go to the bottom of the garden and read it to the rooks in the field behind. I can't run to a Belfast accent, a very poor cod Dublin one maybe, but then I don't suppose the rooks will know the difference.
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