Fred Hiers in Hernando Today (“Smelly plant continues to reek havoc”) knows what he’s up to. Crazychester (“I can hardly wait to reek havoc (or is it reak?) with my system”) probably doesn’t. Reek Havok is (or was) a sound scientist from the future.
Some guys have asked if I want to buy a shooting licence for a village up in the hills. No way. (Also: I’ve got a rough idea what to do with handguns, but I’d wreak havoc with the kind of weapons these folks use, particularly in a dark forest full of men full of brandy.)
When I went back to live in Ingerland a few years ago, it took a month before I felt I knew what was going on in meetings where people used new expressions like “the dog’s bollocks” and “a load of arse”. This time I’m preparing my trip and today I discovered that England spin bowler…
Most unfortunate that Tony Blair’s moderate Muslims mostly turned out to be cartoon psychos. Here’s another burst of frivolity, available in several locations, which, like Yasser Arafat, I take to be a spoof: Many of us celebrate what is known as April fool or, if it is translated literally, the “trick of April”. But how…
Kamagurka: An orism is an aphorism that. Omelettes are eggs that dream they’re falling. –How’s the digging in your garden going? –Not bad, they’ve just hit New York. Manhattan’s already completely uncovered. –Isn’t it a bit busy having a major city in your garden? –It’s not that bad really. The time difference means that they’re…