Tag Archives: #FF

Everybody has a book in them

“It is said that ‘everybody has a book in them’; well, I’ve just seen my x-rays – and it’s true!”

At least a stopped clock is right twice a day.

At least a stopped clock is right twice a day.

A stopped perpetual calendar, on the other hand…


I say, did you hear about the Librarian who prayed for silence and then went deaf?

Be careful what you pray for.

WordPress after the Triffids

Well, I used to write a lot on WordPress,

until that night with the green flashing lights

in the sky;

and then the triffids got loose.

Since then, well, you know, I have been busy protecting myself from the Triffids,

and, subsequently, I’ve had a lot less views on WordPress,

I haven’t really had the time to write a lot of things,

and most of the things that I have written have been written mainly about Triffids,

it’s very strange;

and then there are the ‘clacks’,

the noise that Triffids make when communicating –

now we’ve got lots of clacks over here,

like upon Discworld,

and that’s strange, how does my mind work like that?

“It’s About Time!”

SD They meet

“Well, it’s about time.”

“What is?”

“This book on the subject of ‘Time’. “

“Oh!” Is it any good?”

“I got it second-hand.”


“I swapped it for my watch.”


“It helps to pass the…”


“Yes. And, it’s also about time-travel.”

“Sounds interesting – can I borrow it after you’ve read it?”

“Yes. I’ll pop it round to you last Thursday.”

“Okay. Can you write next week’s lottery numbers inside the back cover for me?”

“All of them?”

“Probably. 1 through to 47 should about cover it.”

“Will do.”

“Great! Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.”



“Until last Thursday!”

“Yup! See you then!”

SD They part.

Alphabet Browsings Cause Dangers.

I had only just started reading the alphabet the other day, when I was bitten by an angry bee, these things can only happen to a poet like me.

“Pob-bob-bob!” said the gull.

“Pob-bob-Bob!” said the gull.

“Yes.” I replied, but it should be ‘Pob-bob-bob-bob!’ as I have ‘two’ dogs.

“Pob-bob-bob-bob!” said the gull, correcting its earlier error.

“Precisely!” I said, ‘“You’ll get it right next time.”

“Pobbbbbb!” said the gull, which really wasn’t a very nice thing to say at all.

“I’m sorry, but we really do need some form of IDiot.”

I checked all pockets; fluff (or lint – I’m not sure of the difference); two sweets (still wrapped, possibly edible); some string; a few coins; a bus-ticket; a receipt; various other items of little use; but nothing that I could use to confirm who, or indeed ‘what’, I was.

They refused to allow my entrance. I foresaw my exit – and was soon unceremoniously ejected into the street.

Much later (some several years) I realised that all along I had had my library ticket tucked inside the cuff of my jacket.

Never mind, I shall remember it being there next time. If there is a next time. For whatever it was that I needed my ID for.

An infinite amount of nothing

Amblers Anonymous

“Hello, I am Wanda… and I… tend to walk about quite a lot… very… slowly, in various directions— and, um… I’ve been doing this… since I was about one or so, and I can’t really seem to stop doing it.”