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A riddle

A little word of doubtful number, A foe to rest and peaceful slumber. If you add an “s” to this, Great is the metamorphosis. Plural is plural now no more, And sweet what bitter was before. What am I? I think old riddles are neat. This is one of my...

Better Life, Olive Crown

I wrote a poem using two-word phrases collected from the subject lines of spam I’ve received recently. They were so inventive, it seemed a pity to just throw them away. I’ve combined 28 of them into something that makes about as much sense and the spam...
Sorn

Sorn

I stumbled across this while looking something else in the online dictionary. It seems to me a few of my friends already know this one. Not that I ever mind–everyone’s welcome at Chez McQuillin. sorn v. i. [See Sorehon.] To obtrude one’s self on...
Bread advertisement

Bread advertisement

This is a page from a South Australian cookbook, published by Argonout Bookshop circa 1945. MJ’s stepfather, Pete, gave it to me when we were in Elliston. It’s lost its cover and the pages are wrinkled and acid-burned but the recipes are delightful. Expect...
Ulysses

Ulysses

What happens when seven people get together to read a section of Ulysses in a bar in Tokyo? Hilarity ensues. We changed tables twice trying to find a quiet place away from the irritating 80s pop background music but failed. We ordered lots of beer, we rattled the...

Blog as a verb

A friend online asked me what I was doing. “Blogging for yesterday,” I replied. “Blogging. as a verb. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” “Yes, sometimes.” “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, say it ain’t...