Dirigible Straits
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Category: Benjamin Disraeli
You and Me, Man, We’re the Long-Haired Guys
The kid at the bus stop was obviously wasted. He wobbled from one foot to the next like the gravity that held him was a bit drunk too, and couldn’t quite catch onto his feet when they hit the road. I leant my back against the wall and hunched my head over the screen of… Read More You and Me, Man, We’re the Long-Haired Guys
Annus Disraelis II: Disraeli Years
“Dizzy!” I called, in a state of consternation. “Where are you!?” “Parpilly prip!” responded Dizzy Gillespie, speaking his usual mix of English and fluent Trumpetese. “I’m right here, boss man.” ”Not you,” I dimissed him. Where’s my Dizzy? The one who ran England in 1868 and then again from 1874 until 1880!?” “Aw, him,” tooted… Read More Annus Disraelis II: Disraeli Years
Annus Disraelis
Our balloon floated above the river with the gentle assurance of a yawning hippo. Even the cables which bound our basket to the yearning red hulk of the balloon seemed relaxed in the teatime heat. The sun cast a four o’clock shadow on the world, it being four o’clock. The meadows on either side… Read More Annus Disraelis
Bubble Cars and All That
“You know, old man,” said Benjamin Disraeli as he ducked a flying poleaxe, “you probably shouldn’t put anything on your blog thingy today.” It was an odd time to make such a comment. Having decided that our normal Sunday afternoon activities of water polo, carpet bowls and criticising Sir Launcelot the Brave’s vinegary Waldorf salad… Read More Bubble Cars and All That
The Fug
Of late, I have been attempting to try to get a job. Read that sentence again. Attempting to try? Surely that’s a tautology? But no, my viewing public (I like to pretend I have a viewing public), I know how you all hate tautologies. Why, I was just saying so to Benjamin Disraeli the other… Read More The Fug
Reasons to Remain 