Thursday 18 September 2014

Slug it out (revenge post)



(Idly watching cowboy film on TV)


Ernest Borgnine (grim): Son, A'hm-a gonna have to git that there slug outta your leg, afore it kills ya...


Confused Me (dozy): Slug? A slug?* What on earth is a cowboy doing with a slug in his leg? I wouldn't have said it was life-threatening, really, either. Bit slimy, maybe, but not fatal. Honestly.


Knowledgeable Parent (withering): Slug is another word for bullet, pet.




(NB This post has been produced under duress. Knowledgeable Parent (more commonly known as Confused Parent) has insisted I do it and is in fact standing over me and breathing down my neck as I type. As they say, freedom of speech is one of the first things to suffer under a totalitarian regime.....)




*une limace

Thursday 11 September 2014

In a stew





Confused Parent: Well, it's a major airport, so they must have a wireless hotpot.




(Note to non-northern, non-English people: hotpot means casserole/marmite like boeuf bourgignon, but we make them out of turnips and old socks.)

Monday 1 September 2014

Leaf Encounter


First day of September and look what I have just found outside. 




Winter coming...abort....abort...