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'I was discovered. I was discounted. I was discontinued,' as Caesar said.
Assiette: a dining chair. Avec bouillon: until golden. Gaufre: gopher. Cuire: a head waiter.
[Part I.] [Part III.]
'Face like a freshly shaved kiwifruit, proudly arched and smooth banana body, floppy rhubarby arms and legs'—that's how I described myself (or someone else?) this morning.
That kiwifruit-banana-rhubarb man was brought to two-dimensional life by Nick Hilditch.
I'm quite pleased.
'The British cargo ship Dryburgh struck a wreck half-a-mile north-east of Dimlington on November 11th, 1939, while on a voyage from Leith to Antwerp with a cargo of coal and horsemeat.'
From Charles Hocking's Dictionary of Disasters at Sea During the Age of Steam, Including Sailing Ships and Ships of War Lost in Action, 1824–1962 (London, 1969).
I sometimes don't even realise that the Belgians, for example, eat horses. I just would really rather not.
Today's fake film still (detail) is from the controversial Swiss-set espionage romance Midnight Rendez-Vous (1948). Trevor and Val dance as the man with the ruby ring and his associates close in.
'When the fern is as high as a spoon, you may sleep for an hour at noon.'