I ordered some suzette
I said ‘could you
please make that crepe’
Oddly enough, I don’t remember which song it came from.
And that reminds me: My mother used to indulge in prophecy,
with a modicum of success, and one of the things she prophesied when I was
about sixteen was that one day I would meet Bob Dylan. Well, considering the
fact that I already feel on the way out, and given that he has a fair few years
on top of mine, it had better be soon.
* * *
And on a completely different note, did the Bad Guys in
Black really say to Arwen ‘Give up the Halfling, she-elf!’ How very
disrespectful of them; how very Saxon. I’m
so sorry they had no brain cells and got themselves unnecessarily drowned.
Anyone who speaks to an elf lady in such a coarse manner deserves worse.
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