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Joycean Geezer. I love it!
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Finnegan's Geezer
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Unreadable, so unread. Next.
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Ta.
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What's in a gypsy tart?
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Readable, so read. More.
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This shows how important sentence length and punctuation are to help the reader. Surprised DG bothered with paragraphs at all, in this arch experiment of his.
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Priceless,DG. Cheered up my morning no end. It was so reminiscent of essays written in in Junior School- 'what I did in the holidays'.
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It was fun reading this :)
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I hated rugby AND cross country. But cricket was a different matter.
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This is lovely DG. Gold star in your exercise book today.
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Enjoyed this. Playful, in an odd way rather moving. Perhaps because it's a tale of two friends reminiscing together and just having a bit of a laugh. Writing style works for me.
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I think it's a rather lovely ode to friendship, something critical to maintain but oh so hard in today's society
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"And then we went home" Classic junior school story ending! Loved it! Tick, VG, master Geezer.
Had to google Gypsy tart - not having a sweet tooth I think I'll give it a miss! |
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If gypsy tarts then somewhere in the direction of Kent?
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I started reading the latest update on a blog I regularly read but it was written in a different style than normal so was unpleasant to read and I was nervous about reading eight paragraphs without punctuation but as I read ninety nine percent of the what the blogger writes excluding I thought there must be treasure in this update somewhere and when I got half way through the second paragraph I realised that I didn't want to find the treasure enough to force myself read all the way to the end so I went to comments and registered my displeasure by copying the writing style of the blog update to subterly moan that the latest blog update that I don't pay for and no one is forcing me to read does not meet my favor.
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I read stuff like this (without the artistic elements) for my pay. I'm afraid I ran screaming...
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I'd be forever in the debt of anyone who could point me in the direction of a central or SE London bakery selling gypsy tarts these days. Might be the only thing I miss about Kent.
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Last of the Summer Wine set in the home counties, no sign of Compo though, perhaps he was creating new flavours for his hand made crisps, or checking on his cannabis plants.
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Brilliant! A strange thing came over me while I sank into the first paragraph - a jaunty rhythm and strange intonation played in my mind which made complete sense of the script, with no need for punctuation. It was straight out of the old one hit wonder "Toast" by Street Band - the bit that goes "well I go down the supermarket with me basket in me hand I'm walking from one counter to another trying to find the bread stall but I can't find it anywhere and then I bump into a mother with a baby in her basket and ...etc
Listen to Toast and read again! |
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Would it be advisable to google 'gypsy tart' at work, or do you reckon I'll get something else entirely?
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Live dangerously. Google it. I got a Sainsbury's recipe.
(Once trying to catch up on the news at Frankfurt Airport I had BBC.com rejected. "Verboten porn" the screen erroneously stated) |
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What's all this nonsense about Gypsy tart being a Kent thing? I grew up in Lancashire and we had gypsy tart at my primary school every Thursday for pudding!
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Love the reciprocal bit about the rugby cross country and more dogs.
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