The Beadle - who has smatterings of culture - waxes philosophical:
Werner Heisenberg is out driving when he's stopped by a motorcycle cop.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" asks the cop.
"No, but I know where I am", Heisenberg replies.
René Descartes is drinking in a bar in Paris:
"Another one, René?", asks the barman.
"I think not", says Descartes ... and immediately vanishes.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
[from an original painting by lavenderblue]
[from an original painting by lavenderblue]
'THE BEADLE'
[from an original painting by lavenderblue]
'ANTICANT AT HOME'
[from an original painting by lavenderblue]
for the serious stuff:
StatCounter
Blog Archive
-
▼
2007
(206)
-
▼
April
(21)
- BEN'S CONUNDRUMS
- TYRANNY OF FASHION
- 'ANTICANT AT HOME'
- 'THE BEADLE'
- HARRUMPH!
- HOLIDAY HELP, PLEASE!
- RIVERSIDE SNUG
- NOT ONE OF MY BEST
- THANK YOU
- MY FATHER
- LAND OF LOST CONTENT
- MY THREE BOOKS - 2 & 3
- "AH DUNNO!" - 14th April
- MY THREE BOOKS - I
- YOUR THREE BOOKS
- FOX ON THE ROCKS
- "THREE BOOKS THAT CHANGED MY WORLD"
- EASTER GREETINGS
- FANCY THAT!
- SCOUSE EGGS
- "AH DUNNO!" - 3rd April
-
▼
April
(21)
About Me
- anticant
- anticant is the blogname of a lifelong free speech and civil rights campaigner. A lot of his life since WW2 has been taken up with battling against cruel and over-bossy laws, censorship, censoriousness, and Nanny Knows Best types. Now elderly and in poor health, anticant hopes his memories and thoughts will be of interest to those engaged in today's struggles for freedom, democracy, and a more hopeful tomorrow. e-mail: anticant@hotmail.co.uk
8 comments:
That Beadle is now coming out.
The "here and the now" punishes.
As Coleridge said so well "never treat people as things".
Survive the Easter Mr Beadle and never give up.
I'm off for punishment.
The Beadle is honoured that his finer talents are at length being recognised, and looks forward to hob-nobbing with Zola about postmodernism over a silver tankard of his favourite brew.
The Beadle says he intends to spend Easter composing an Ode to Knickers in the style of Kubla Khan, unless anticant and I succeed in dissuading him from such a dubious enterprise.
Is that "An Ode to Knickers" in the style of Kubla Khan, or "An Ode to Knickers (which are) in the style of Kubla Khan?"
I ask merely for clarity.
I can hear the Beadle muttering away to himself as he polishes the Snug brassware:
"In burrowland did anticant
A frilly knickerstore decree
Where lavvyblue and Zola too
Disport themselves in fancy pants
That reach from waist to knee..."
That's quite enough of that! Back to your muttons, Beadle.
My fancy pants are a lot smaller than that...............
Alright folks, I am nowhere near as witty, intelligent, or odd as you, but I am enjoying it immensely here.
Welcome to the Snug, Anna MR. We just do our best to keep ourselves entertained, here and elsewhere. Sometimes it's a case of "if we didn't smile, we'd weep." Above all, we're good humoured [most of the time]. Glad to have you with us.
Post a Comment