What with this and the dried blood, I'm starting to get the feeling that you're living in a kind of parallel Falmouth - one in a terrible Hammer horror film from which there's no escape...
Patroclus: Hmm, somehow I don't think my next post is going to change your mind on that...
Miss-Cellany: Don't pennies come from heaven? No idea how many you need to take back before they'll let you in, though.
Nuttycow: I was going to today, as it goes, but they weren't open for some reason. Probably disappeared somewhere to enjoy the first bit of nice weather in months.
In October 2006 I started an MA in Professional Writing. They seemed to think it was a good idea that we each write a blog. In October 2007, the course ended. Now I'm stuck with the thing.
(I'm not quite sure how this ended up being somewhere I post dubious fragments, and bad attempts at prose poetry, but these things happen I suppose).
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I don't really know, except this old Turkish proverb: Coffee should be Black as Hell, Strong as Death, and Sweet as Love.
That was what Mr BC said the other day too. Maybe it's just extra strong...
I wondered about chilli being added, like the Aztecs did with dark chocolate, say. but maybe not.
Would coffee with 'heaven' cost 20p more or 20p less?
Please go and try and report back.
Thank you.
(sorry, couldn't think of anything witty to say)
What with this and the dried blood, I'm starting to get the feeling that you're living in a kind of parallel Falmouth - one in a terrible Hammer horror film from which there's no escape...
Patroclus: Hmm, somehow I don't think my next post is going to change your mind on that...
Miss-Cellany: Don't pennies come from heaven? No idea how many you need to take back before they'll let you in, though.
Nuttycow: I was going to today, as it goes, but they weren't open for some reason. Probably disappeared somewhere to enjoy the first bit of nice weather in months.
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