Thursday, March 29, 2018

Laughing Lhursday* – The Atomic Theory

In case you wish to read the words: The Englisch text you find here, at the blog of my friend Jams who today would have become 55; the translation into German here. 
Like five years ago, I do like thinking of my friend Jams having a pint of plain tonight with Flann O'Brien [and perhaps a second with Father Jack whilst Ted (not Father Ted, obviously) is reciting an episode of The Master and Margarita; discussing with Sergeant Pluck the advantages and disadvantages of becoming a bicycle, whilst feeding Mimi with cheese; taking phantastic photos while strolling around in his new surroundings without feeling any pain in his knees, let alone longing for Garra rufa to nibble skin off his feet; organising a weekly poetry contest the winner of which will be rewarded with a bicycle-esque looking William Topaz McGonagall-statue and ... ah ... oh well ... enjoying his new alltemporaries with what he uses to call drivel, and now and then sending love to his not-wife Shirl, a smile to his Mum and Dad, a twinkle of his eyes to Tim, Li, Elahe and amongst others ... well ... to you and to me.

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.



  1. You said it all, Sean. If only we could have a glimpse of that mysterious after-life. But then, maybe we would all want to jump in! I wished Shaun a great celebration, on his Facebook page, thanking him for all the witty, encouraging comments he always left on my posts. They certainly keep his spirit alive.

    1. May April 1st not have fooled you, dear Claude.
      There's spring in the air...