scribbles posted in December, 2006

trees-up!

Sunday, December 3rd, 2006 | tags: , , ,  |

Party season and dressing-up time (tree and me) is here!  Religious?   Looks like religious consumerism frenzy with some Christianity thrown into the mix based on many diverse seasonal pre-Christian ceremonies and some generally bizarre behaviour.   Seems like mostly well intentioned good fun.   In the Wendy House:

Same tree as last year,  wearing it’s party-best with an imposing new Angel atop

   

Same Wendy as last year,   this year wandering around an EMP seasonal party armed with Camera, LaCroix, Bollywood fans  and Russians,   including a very creamy white one.   I was tempted onto the dance floor by Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen’,   kept there by the Bee Gee’s “Saturday night fever” and the Village people’s “YMCA“.   The DJ’s 80′s  tunes mapped rather closely to my  stereotype of ‘gay’ music.   It’s possible that I was sending  an unintentionally inaccurate message about my gender preferences by dancing to these tracks,   they were familiar and  FUN!   While LaCroix put her colour theory and unique eye into picture action I tried to capture the atmosphere during a Bollywood style song:

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the hat is where its at, no mention of the cat.

Saturday, December 2nd, 2006 | tags: , ,  |

how can you resist a hat

with its jaunty stylish flair?

Ecstatic manes tamed. Quite-flat.

hiding dull or           …unwashed…          hair.

Sunshine can not harm your skin

shaded ‘neath a dashing brim

reducing signs of agin’

by keeping the daylight dim

 

Wear it as a shower cap

parade it in the high street.

Stay together as you nap,

apart,         …you’ll be….        ….incomplete.

No more whiplash, yelping, shocks

in bed reaching for your Tea.

He didn’t rest  ’pon your locks

they’re not sprawling knottily*

 

Nov. 2006.    2 verses and an attempt to rhyme is a major achievement for me.  Yay!   Local friends and colleagues can testify to my  persistent  use of headgear in a crisis.   I do indeed wear them in the shower, the bath,  at work, on boats, planes    and trains, while napping  and occassionaly in bed.   Before I took to wearing a hat in bed my ex-fiancee would accidentaly lay on my hair causing my unanticipated whiplash style yelpings of pain.  

*for this poem knottily is pronounced  to make it difficult to distinguish from  ’naughtily’.

What little luxuries light your proverbial fires?

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trifle inflated ego

Friday, December 1st, 2006 | tags: ,  |

This flick-r photograph of a trifle made by Wendy, little-old-me!,  using Delia Smith’s outstanding recipe has been selected by a UK government sponsored website picture researcher to represent the trifle as an icon of England.   Some of you lucky fellows have experienced the luxury of eating  some of my sherry triffles.   With sufficient advanced ego-rubbing and beer supplies I can be persuaded to bring one of these gems to the home of anyone I know living nearby….

 

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