But first...
Dulltown, UK: Today's object, poking out of a refuse bin, down the road, is a golf club - a good idea, in my view of that very peculiar sport.
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Yes, down in the studio/workshop; I was rewiring and fastening an old light fitting. One with a sort of plastic gripper attached to it, to hang on the shelf near and above the electric bench grinder. One doesn't want to be trying to make grinding adjustments to some piece of work, and not being able to see it clearly. Also, the bench drill is quite close too, so if the new lamp could twist a bit to one side, it would light the working part of that tool too.
'Tool too? But Dave (see, I'm talking to myself again), the light is right in front of your eyes! Perhaps you could put some sort of card or plywood cover over the front of the thing, so that it doesn't dazzle you whilst you are trying to work?...
Dave...'
Yes?
'Why do you keep pausing in your task, picking up a pen, and a note-pad, and writing things down'?
Eh? Oh, it's because I have the BBC's classical music station BBC 3 playing on the radio; I'm writing down what I think those wobbly highly-trained crisp-voiced singers are going on about. I'm sure their diction could be better! Far too posh and plummy for me.
You see, it is for a tomorrow's blog post.
'I love you, I love you, I love you...'
'Our dreams are, oh oh oh oh...'
'A great fat month has driven driven me'!
'Crows feet, shall never be, free...'
'High dee-wee, there is a woll-goat, woll-goat'!
'Oh, freezers! What is that card you show'?
'Me, me - say, come drain me of my chooves...'
'No! My dress!... So my leaves do go'!
'Here, I moo - Handy Dan! Grey grey grey grey'!
'A singer, a sinner - see, my meat, is now here.'
'Nye! Nye! An extra peanut bowl, is finally present.'
'Oh, oh, yea, my days, are putty!...'
'Tis an auntie! I have now an auntie'!
'And. The darkness, arose. The darkness, arose...'
'Rita, Rita... Rita'!
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