Grimbeau

Scroodles

Whiplash

Henry had mixed feelings about his invisibility. On the one hand was the sheer novelty, and, at the same time was his basic need for recognition, by act or not in deed

‘Indiana Jones and the Temple of Goobers.’ He burst forth.

‘Doom.’ Replied Flo, feeling left out of his thoughts and feelings.

Far but near away Maud returns to summer storm and the hell-thought that maters will remain unresolved forever.

Headcase tried to really get his head around the law of twelves.

Edward G busied himself with the balloon collection and the gooseberry tart and reflected that this would be a hard nut to crack.

Confetty

I said to Betty:

‘Drop everythingi. Tonight we eat

with Ferlinghetti. I will up you picki

in my Maserati at seven thirty sharpish’.

‘What will we havi, Jimi?

Probabli spaghetti, or, perhaps linguini.’

‘Yummi!’

The Sax of Joy

English: Mural in Beechfield street, Short Str...

English: Mural in Beechfield street, Short Strand, Belfast, with the Gaelic text Slan Abhaile, taken 1995. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

So, Farewell then, Robert Kee

A great broadcaster

A fine head of hair

And

A short History of Island

A long short Haircut of

Ireland

Slan Abhaile