Stuck to a slab of Kendal Mint Cake in the latest delivery from the Red Cross, was a partially solved solution to the crossword set on 8th Sept [https://dickiewhitesdiary.com/2022/09/08/8th-sept-its-only-words-and-words-are-all-i-haveto-take-your-heart-away/]. As such, it is the resounding winner. https://www.youtube.com/embed/FgxwKEuy-pM?start=10&end=68 The following prize will be sent post-haste to a Jeremy James Brummitt, bloodstock consultant, of Cheshire, England: a … Continue reading 1st Mar – Ils se sont trouvés au bord du chemin, Sur l’autoroute des vacances.
Category: The Diary
16th Feb – Accent, you ate the positive.
It's as if Gary Lineker had sired a bastard offspring with Simon Armitage, and I had been shat out of The Poet Laureate’s breeches.
Feb 2nd -I’ve heard the gossip from the street to the slammer, they’re tryin’ to see if Dizzee stays true to his grammer.
Given that it will transform literature and the written word for the rest of history from hereon, the fee I ask, I think, is modest in the circumstances.
Jan 23 – Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever, never seeing no one… nice again… like you, маму. Youeroou, маму. Yoouereroooou…
And we become confirmed in this view as we now receive hints of a hatchet-job commissioned by God’s inner circle (Tammy Wynette, Thora Hird, Roy Castle, George Formby, John Conteh, James Stewart, and Sammy Davis Jr).
18th Jan – We would sing, and dance around, because we know, we can’t be found.
God said 'Abraham, kill me a son,' And Abraham asked, 'Which one?' To which God replied, ‘Well, if there isn’t one that you perceive as a threat, kill the one who most gets on your nerves, I suppose.’
Jan 12th – When you’re smilin’, when you’re smilin’, (the whole world smiles with you))))
I was guilty of a sort of casual, lazy, bias; my Norwegian acquaintance, however, was an actual racist.
10th Jan – I hear the train a comin’ It’s rolling round the bend, And I ain’t seen the sunshine, since I don’t know when.
But how anyone, can have a favourite Spice Girl other than Sports, strikes me as absurd. It’s just plain wrong on every important metric: looks, talent, singing, dancing, niceness.
Dec 30th – Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you? Could you feel the same way too? Cos I wanna know, what’s the name of the game.
Well wouldn’t that be a challenge to a pair of naughties like us?
16th December – Oh, what a wonderful thing to be, A healthy, grown-up, busy-busy bee.
Of course, when I say irksome, I mean profoundly depressing and unpleasant; and when I say best avoided, I mean terrifying and boring in equal amounts.
27th Nov – I like pork, I like cheese, maybe I’m a little bit Portuguese.
Listening to that meretricious nonsense was utter torture. If only I had some knitting needles close by, I could have driven them into my ears.
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