Archive for December, 2019

Tuesday, December 31st, 2019

 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

            – Alfred, Lord Tennyson (from “Ring Out, Wild Bells”)

Monday, December 30th, 2019

 

I’m modest to a fault, or so they tell me, and I have also been called “diffident”, which means almost the same thing but not really. So anyway, I had my suit cleaned — I have just the one, I don’t wear it very often – and with a fresh shirt, and my old office shoes brushed up to almost a shine, I think I looked pretty good. My hair looks after itself, and a few days growth of beard is a look that goes down okay, mostly.

Sunday, December 29th, 2019

 

I don’t know what I’m doing here. I was home, and the doorbell rang, and I answered the door because that’s the kind of man I am — conscientious. A couple of men in suits were there and they took me by the arm and put me into a car and brought me here. I don’t remember closing the front door. There is a chap giving a speech about how much I deserve the award I am about to receive, but I don’t know what it is I’ve done exactly.

Saturday, December 28th, 2019

 

“Four veals and hams is three, and four potatoes is three and four, and one summer cabbage is three and six, and three marrows is four and six, and six breads is five, and three Cheshires is five and three, and four half-pints of half-and-half is six and three, and four small rums is eight and three, and three Pollys is eight and six. Eight and six in half a sovereign, Polly, and eighteenpence out!”

                        – Charles Dickens, from Bleak House, Chapter XX

Friday, December 27th, 2019

 

Having just woken up after a period of hibernation
he noticed that the world had not changed at all. So
he turned over and returned to the land of dream.

Thursday, December 26th, 2019

 

Mr. Baxter just called to say that the police and Social Services have finished questioning him, and appear to be satisfied with his explanations. He expects to be home shortly.

Wednesday, December 25th, 2019

 

Mrs. Baxter just called to say that Mr. Baxter appears to be stuck halfway up (or halfway down) the chimney.

Tuesday, December 24th, 2019

 

The contraband has arrived!
Now we can spend the next few days safely behind the barricades, and safe from sobriety.

Monday, December 23rd, 2019

 

I remember collecting tithes
To pass an idle hour
Thrashing a labourer to within an inch of his life
To pass an idle hour
Telling the farm girl to show me her charms
To pass an idle hour

Sunday, December 22nd, 2019

 

O! to be in England now
Just when you thought things could not deteriorate
Further I wonder what happened to the farm
Girl I desired in the 18th century
(The good old days)