Category: Journal

Daily, or almost daily, musings.

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A night at the opera?

Ticket collected and suitably refreshed I excitedly made my way to the screening of Bohemian Rhapsody.  Since first watching the trailer I had been looking forward to this evening. Shown in the impact theatre perhaps enhanced the sound a little but I felt not to any  great a degree that I would pay more.  Although…

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Yes, I was forced into it I’m afraid, and it has been my life long addiction and passion and desire.  Oh to be able to alliterate like Dylan Thomas, ” the slow black, sloe black fishing boat bobbing sea”  to liberate words and sounds like Elliot, ” McCavity, McCavity there’s no-one like McCavity, or even just to write nonsense with delicious sounds and repetition perhaps even you can feel my pain as I awake from dreams screaming, ” I do not like them in a box, I do not like them with a fox, I do not like them Sam I am, I do not like green eggs and ham!”

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