The Sunday Scribbling prompt this week is to write an acceptance speech. This is my take on the truth behind the gush.
I’d like to thank…and last, but not least, I must praise my mother who sadly can’t be with us tonight.
As the choir sings Soul of My Saviour, I am handed a blurred photo that shows, through a gap in the curtains, a face, dappled by stained-glass colours, and a hand, cupping smarties like drugs. With a shock. I realised it is Father Thomas, clearly singing from the wrong hymnsheet.
Random Word: Ignominious
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Describing your Saturday life on Show My Face at the moment of writing in a phrase using just six words.
Up at dawn because of dog**
** Rosie sleeps in the bedroom (long story) and in summer wakes me up at daybreak for reassurance that she isn’t alone. Funnily, never my wife who can sleep through an earthquake sleeps soundly. I, if I have had at least 5 hours sleep, is then very awake. For I’m that annoying guy from the hotel or camp who is chatty, smiley, full of get and go while you struggle to sip coffee and the world is in slow motion cotton wool for at least three more hours. So walk the dog says you (or tackle that garden you moaned about last week – please no need to turn abusive). I would walk her but then she goes back to sleep and gives me the ‘Why are you disturbing me look’, if I even venture to say walkies. So at 5.30am it’s catch up on the news, surf the net, do some writing and drink tea until someone surfaces. Given it’s nearly 9.am the solitude may end soon, honest. But 6WS on Show My Face isn’t even up yet. Sigh, it’s another cup of tea then.
He wrote,‘My singing is like birds at dawn, my old mum said, but here on stage again, I’ll be even better once you’ve taken the gag off.#vss
Random Word:Weltanschauung
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‘Oops’
Captain Har grabbed at the rising berrysmoothie but it broke into balls heading towards the Ambassador. Ambassador Zawrl twitched, never a good sign in an Atarian. Feck gravityless crockery, Har thought, as he shouted, ‘Pucker up and suck the fruit.’
Historians claim that the subsequent mistranslation was the cause of the Atarian Cold War.
Random Word: Smoothies
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You see I fancied her,
with her long legs
and went to talk
she wouldn’t,
and I couldn’t
so I didn’t
I asked a mate
our Tom
to put a word in
but he wouldn’t
and I couldn’t
so I didn’t
In the end
it was Peggy
who loved a lot
so she would
and I could
so I did.
Random Word: At Last
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Preacher Brio struggled down the cliff footpath. In London he saved fallen women. Here, he looked forward to the maid he was about to fell.
Random Word:Turpitude
