Wel, Idris whatsisname
is indeed apparently back from his exciting trip to Llundain. He says
he hopes he has achieved the best ever anti-elitism protest. Although
it's never the two best crews, only the two best from Bridgeox.
That's if the selection is done bestly. Yes. But we mustn't spoil his
fun – a lot of planning and effort went into it he says, and it
would be wrong to impose our views. Anyway, underwater he wrote this
– using one of those underwater pens. And a blade. Physician! Heal
thyself! Somebody wake him up. Bloody junior doctors sleeping on the
job. Almost looks overworked. Unlike Idris' pomes...
A text unread
The same as dead
There's no reply within
my head
I wonder what I really
said?
Will you read me,
Text me back?
External calibrance I
lack
But you're the same
Just far away
We'll never know quite
what we say.
REJ:- Calibrance is not
a word. No, it's not. What was wrong with calibrants? Btw, did Sioned
tell you we're moving? Yes. Just North of the North pole.
Well I never - he gets better and better in every way. So glad I found him.
ReplyDeleteFor better or worse
ReplyDeleteSome volumes of verse
Were all that became
Of a man with no name
There's more that was said
In the depths of his head
But nobody read
From the Book of the Dead
It's been confirmed via telepsychopathy with the Marquess of Queensbury (deceased) that one side having an unfair disadvantage should in no way make a race (or races) or its (their) result invalid. What's an oar between clones? Thatcher did it and now too has group identity Obama, so just goes to show - life's what it makes you. If we stopped snobbery, group elitism and cultural capital à la Bourdieu (égalité? bof!), we'd have to start using really unfair things like inherited capability. Then where would you be?
ReplyDeleteSpectacular odds against it being writing the best blog in the known universe anyway.