Monday, 20 April 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Lovely arrangement
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Look left, look right...
Friday, 20 March 2009
Thursday, 19 March 2009
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Labelling
Games to play by a canal
This kept me entertained for about an hour. The kids hanging out by this wall had invented an ingenious game: they were deliberately dropping their football down onto the canal path, then very convincingly, pleading with whoever was walking past to chuck it back up to them. Each person who did, was clearly delighted to have helped out. But, as soon as the kind soul who'd lent a hand was out of sight, they 'accidentally' dropped it again. I think it was the acting, and the taking advantage of other people's generosity that appealed. It sadly backfired later on, because one member of a group they dropped the ball on, hoofed it into the canal. Guess they'd fallen for it before...
Monday, 9 March 2009
Monday, 2 March 2009
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Monday, 16 February 2009
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Friday, 30 January 2009
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Pussy in the window
Monday, 26 January 2009
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Monday, 19 January 2009
New Word
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Unexpected bookmark
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
Friday, 9 January 2009
Monday, 5 January 2009
Saturday, 3 January 2009
A play within a play
I went to Harold Pinter’s No Man’s Land the other day, and overheard the following conversation in the foyer during half time.
A couple, relationship hard to establish, mid-thirties, well dressed:
Woman: So, what did you make of the first half?
Long pause.
Man: It was ..… strange...
Long pause.
Man wanders across to other side of the foyer. Stands there for a short while doing nothing in particular.
Woman: (muttering under her breath) It was … strange….?
Man wanders back.
Another long, awkward pause.
Man: This is a good place to stand.
Woman: Yes, it is a good place to stand.
Further pause.
Man: Yes. It is. This, is a good place to stand.
Woman: Yes. Here is a good place to stand.
Further pause.
Man: Hmm. Yes. It’s a good place to stand.
Further, even more painful pause.
Man: Shall we go back to our seats now?
Both wander off.
I certainly didn’t expect to see more Pinter in the interval I can tell you. Good stuff.
A couple, relationship hard to establish, mid-thirties, well dressed:
Woman: So, what did you make of the first half?
Long pause.
Man: It was ..… strange...
Long pause.
Man wanders across to other side of the foyer. Stands there for a short while doing nothing in particular.
Woman: (muttering under her breath) It was … strange….?
Man wanders back.
Another long, awkward pause.
Man: This is a good place to stand.
Woman: Yes, it is a good place to stand.
Further pause.
Man: Yes. It is. This, is a good place to stand.
Woman: Yes. Here is a good place to stand.
Further pause.
Man: Hmm. Yes. It’s a good place to stand.
Further, even more painful pause.
Man: Shall we go back to our seats now?
Both wander off.
I certainly didn’t expect to see more Pinter in the interval I can tell you. Good stuff.
Friday, 2 January 2009
No longer lonely
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