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29 September 2009

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I once got an awful seat on a plane, between two businessmen. They both fell asleep against me...I gave up trying to shove them off and tried to read with some dignity. They were the picture of embarrassment when the plane landed.
The Moscow Metro is always good for sleepers, or drunks. They just throw them off at the end of the line. Literally in some cases.

That was a most entertaining post!

I haven't ever seen a 'wake me up at' badge, but if I did, I'm not sure I'd have the courage to prod the sleeper. More likely to take a picture for the blog, actually!

"Later that night, he awoke yet again at the end of the line and noticed that a second label, bearing the words 'Tee hee' had been attached to his lapel. "

I wouldn't do that, though. That's just mean. LOL!

Dear 60/16

I smiled , I laughed. The dull day brightened. These are delicious stories. Will you ever write that witty autobiography? Or is it already written and I have missed it? Tales from The Marsala Cafe? Or a novel with the same thinly disguised content...

Have a bright evening

Wendy

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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