I can imagine the discussion between God and the Devil over who should have the souls of the Chuckle Brothers.
To me.
To you.
To me.
And so on, until eternity is over.
I can imagine the discussion between God and the Devil over who should have the souls of the Chuckle Brothers.
To me.
To you.
To me.
And so on, until eternity is over.
London Underground Tube Diary – Going Underground’s Blog
I like the underground.
Mmm. Flickr.
Why are people so against TV?
Seriously. I know there’s a lot of crap on there, but it seems that people are happy to knock TV as being worthless, per se, where they don’t make the same generalisations about other media – films, poems, writing, and the like. Its something that has interested me for a while, and generally, I think, reflects on the part of the opinionator a lack of clear thinking. TV as a whole is no more worthless than any kind of art or story telling form.
It says save as draft. Procrastinatory procrastination, then, as not even a blog for distraction needs to be seen.
After the service was over
the family
all bar one
returned to the house
There’d been no break in
during the out
due in part to
the guardian neighbour
Did you hear
asked everyone
to everyone else
how the Vicar
made that awful speech
and they’d all heard
but agreed
that it was better than
the funeral, when her name
was wrong.
Tea, then and ham sandwiches.
You can’t bury a relative without
refreshments, and you have to
eat it from their own
best china
all afternoon and
into the night.
For, after all,
when else are we together but
marriages, and funerals
all other time being
our own
and the small world being so
big, when it really matters.
In the nightfall, having successfully
avoided seeing too many
ghosts
we drive home
voices quiet in the car
but aware, sometimes,
that this was
our final visit.
Do you hear?
Put your ear against
the screen
now listen to the
echo
of laughter
me at myself
who’d have thought
you expected something else?
Self-pity is a drag
and nets no-one anything
good, so
now
I join you
and those others
in the observation
ridicule
and comedy
of the moment