Laughing Lhursday*

Fortune favours fools,
or as a German saying goes,
"The dumbest farmers
harvest the biggest potatoes".

Sometimes a saying
can be a great comfort.

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

Waiting for Godot

Samuel Beckett 13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989

Waiting for Godot

Laughing Lhursday*

"Let's talk about social distance."

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

Comme il faut.

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

Not this year, eh?

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I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

Treelight

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Laughing Lhursday*

Old beholder:
Fine piece of artwork.
What is its title?
Young artist:
Storm.

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Find the fault.

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

Laughing Lhursday*

You might think this is a bathroom.
It is not.
It is a mobile home.
What for you might look like a toilet seat
is the driver's seat,
and what for you might look like a red lid
actually is the detachable steering wheel.
Got it, so far?
Fine.

These are Jasper and Jenny,
the owner's youngest children.
In the bottom left corner you see
the diaper changing table.
Almost familiar now?
Fine.

Not to forget
the three dogs, the cat and the duck,
– their current names escaped me –
who accompany us to the Baltic Sea
recently several times a week,
thankfully guarding the potty
standing close to the cooking plate.
But that's a story for another day.
*
Happy World Book Day.

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

Laughing Lhursday* with Joyce and Beckett

Samuel Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)

James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Find the fault

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

Laughing Lhursday* – Deadly serious

How serious is it, really ... ?
Deadly serious

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

Laughing Lhursday*: Whisky galore

Whisky Galore:
The novel,
the film
and a few empty bottles.

Compton Mackenzie (17 January 1883 – 30 November 1972)

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

Laughing Lhursday*

Ah, yes, I see.

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Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

A man and a donkey know more than a man.

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Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Laughing Lhursday*

. . .

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?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

 

Laughing Lhursday*

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

Laughing Lhursday*

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

Laughing Lhursday*

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