November 28



Menelaos of the fair hair
Artemis of the golden distaff
Nestor the Gerenian horseman
Zeus of the wide brows

November 27



When the young Dawn shows again with her rosy fingers
Time to wake up
Now when the young Dawn shows again with her rosy fingers

November 26



[by Terence Winch, Rebecca Levenson, Ted Greenwald, Susan Campbell & Doug Lang]

November 25


More guff. Here comes a poem about all the boyfriends I have had. Please stay awake until I get to the end of it in about 3 minutes, give or take. Some people like this poem which is why I am on the wireless reading it. Later comes “Music To Fall Asleep To”.

November 24


The past and the future
Whoever began this hoo-hah should end it
It is difficult to hang on

November 23



It was the middle of the night and dark. Bunty awoke from a dream in which a large crowd of oranges were on the way home after a concert by Stephen “The Zest” Seville, the world famous performer. All of the oranges were talking at the same time, because they were so excited by the show, during which Steve had assumed various geometrical shapes and, in an innovative and quite unexpected twist, imitated a number of different preservatives. Bunty turned on the bedside lamp and looked around the room, expecting to see oranges, but there were none. There were only some bananas, lurking in a bunch in the corner by the washstand.

November 22


According to Ryan
One of his neighbours has a pet llama –
It has a room of its own in the apartment:
Couch, bed, table and chairs. Bookshelves. But no TV.
According to Ryan
Llamas don’t watch TV.

November 21


The Hestercombe Gardeners at Hestercombe Gardens, Cheddon Fitzpaine, Taunton, circa 1912

November 20


          Jennings finished the last few yards of the “220” at top speed, and then went to look for Darbishire. He found him at the high jump standards. With gritted teeth and fingernails dug deeply into the palms of his hands, he was vainly trying to jump over the bar, which rested three feet from the ground.
          Darbishire felt that he could clear this height easily, if only he could decide which leg to hurl into the air first. Whichever way he tried, he always arrived at the point of take-off with the wrong foot foremost, and had to turn himself round in mid-air like a ballet dancer.
           “Gosh,” said Jennings, as he watched his friend’s efforts to become airborne. “You’re hopeless! You look like a pelican trying to take off on an ice-rink.”

          – from Jennings Follows A Clue by Anthony Buckeridge

November 19


Stop laughing. Why don’t you?
Return to business as normal. This extraordinary time.
I don’t really have any experience of which to speak.