Since returning from his brief holiday in mid-September, Anticant has attended five outpatients' clinics at different hospitals - two for 'procedures' - and several more loom between now and Christmas [including yet another unpleasant 'procedure' at the end of this month].
All this makes him feel his new, octogenarian, age and is not conducive to skipping the light fantastic inside or out of the Burrow. We therefore ask our Snug 'regulars' and other friends to be patient while more energy is generated for creative invention. Even Dame Barbara is suffering from writer's block at the moment. Pink gins are at a premium.
There is still no news from Zola, who has been AWOL for over two weeks now. We trust that all is well with him, and look forward anxiously and eagerly for further tidings. Ben, the Beadle, and Wooffie would gladly sally forth bearing brandy and other comforts if they knew which direction to head in, but even Miss Marple is more clueless than usual. Only Mrs Malaprop is keeping her head above water, cossetting Anticant and the Dame and keeping a wary eye on the Crafty Chambermaid.
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- 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
11 comments:
GOOD Health & Cheer to you, anticant, /in spite of/ the beaks and the quacks if need be, Wook!
A recent BBC programme about my late lamented real-life near-namesake Dame Barbara Cartland produced a couple of gems. When Dame Barbara was reminiscing about her 'coming out' [as a debutante] in the 1920s, the dumb interviewer rendered her incandescent by enquiring "Oh - so you're a lesbian?" And when the same d.i. asked whether social relationships had changed since her younger days, the Dame retorted "Obviously - I'm talking to YOU now, aren't I?"
Two bon mots to treasure for inclusion in one of my impending bodice-rippers!
A couple more large pink gins, please, Ben.
Rest well, and I wish you well with these dratted but (presumably) necessary procedures.
AN /Autobiography of a Flea/...'it get's you itching to turn the page.' Good grief!
You're on the wrong thread, Emmett! Such good old-fashioned Victorian pornography is banned in the Burrow as bad taste and in deference to Dame Barbara's delicate susceptibilities.
No itchy jumping fleas in the Burrow.
By Order
And no young ladies with ferrets, hedgehogs, or other unusual personal pets either.
By Order
They haven't noticed my asp yet!
"That's because they're all too busy watching at MINE!" is what one supposes Ms krakisdottir might have said to that last bit!
Nora would have said differently in the Dolls House.
Emmett how dare you bring in Nordic voices when Nordic voices are now silent with tongues cut off!!!!
The "Voice of the Shuttle" perhaps as a new tapeastry is weaved?
I leave it to Emmett to explain about Ms. krakisdottir, as I have not yet ferreted out all the facts. But if you peruse Bodwyn Wook, you will see that the young lady has a distinctive literary style and perfume.
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