as seen in an Oxford shop window today!
Photos by Candia
Dog Toys
06 Wednesday Mar 2019
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Tag Archives: Theresa May
Details from Theresa May Collage
19 Monday Mar 2018
Don’t ask me ‘Why?’ No one asked Robert Rauschenberg
that question…. Did they?
The Cock Crows
12 Monday Jun 2017
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(Image from the Got Medieval Bestiary Loveline, 2012)
Theresa,
before the cock crows
you’ll be gone.
Boys’ Jobs?
10 Saturday Jun 2017
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Philip May,
soon you might have your say.
Theresa, for all her sins,
will have time to share the ‘boys’ jobs’ – and to take out the bins.
No Such Thing….
06 Saturday May 2017
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(Image from Decameron- no, not David Cameron, though he got us into this farce.)
Juncker: No such thing
as a free lunch, chere
Therese.
Strong and Stable
30 Sunday Apr 2017
(Vigiles du Roi Charles VII: Wikipedia)
Theresa:
It’s time for
a strong and stable
government.
Tragedienne
26 Wednesday Apr 2017
Theresa,
no need to fall on
your sword – yet!
Hoping Against Hope
18 Tuesday Apr 2017
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Theresa
hopes an answer comes
up quite soon.
Clerihew 2
10 Friday Feb 2017
Theresa May- but then she may not.
She’s the PM- well, who would have thought!
All she will say on our EU exit
is a sphinx-like, tautologous ‘Brexit means Brexit.‘
(Controller of HM Stationery Office
http://www.gov.uk/government/uploads/system/uploads/attachment_
data/file/5889481/The_United_Kingdom_exit_from_and_partnership_with_the_EU.
Web.pdf)
P**** off, Virginia!
24 Thursday Nov 2016
Posted in Humour, Language, Personal, Relationships, Sculpture, Social Comment, Suttonford, Writing
(Manneken Pis, 19/6/11- own work: Myrabella. Wikimedia
Commons CC BY- SA 3.0)
Gus was meditative. What was he going to do about the latest
development?
Retirement had been a shock to his system. Living in Virginia’s
house had been a mistake. He was institutionalised. He admitted
it. He liked the company of males and thrived – throve?-in a boarding
house milieu.
Virginia was set in her ways. As former PA to The Headmaster, she had
been used to directing operations. Trying to accommodate both her way
and Snod’s little foibles in one domestic situation was tough. The first
rumble of discontent had been when she had baulked at displaying his
entire Wisden collection in the sitting room. She had suggested storing
his beloved books in the garage.
The house was hers. She had owned it outright since widowhood.
Maybe they should have bought a separate dwelling next door for his
cricket memorabilia collection and his model railway.
But this morning was a step too far.
He had been downstairs in the Little Boys’ Room and lifted the seat.
He felt like the Manneken Pis in sub-zero temperatures. In other words,
he froze.
From somewhere in the toilet bowl direction he heard Theresa May’s voice.
Or was it Angela Merkel’s?
There was a spooky gizmo attached to the rim and a verboten notice: Halt,
Stehpinkler!
Snod tore the gadget off and attempted to flush it down the loo, but, of
course this was not an effective strategy. He had to hook it out.
What are you doing, love? Virginia’s dulcet tones could be heard
approaching. You’ve been in there for ages. Are you all right?
Yes, dear, he replied through gritted teeth.
But he wasn’t.
If Nigel wants to transition to a sitzpinkler, let him! Snod seethed. I
have always told my pupils to stand up and be men!
And he took the S.P.U.K device and crushed it underfoot. For a
well-read individual such as himself, he wasn’t going to give up
his convictions about Cartesian mind/ body relationships- even if it
threatened other connections. Koestleresque ghosts in the machine
ought not to invade such a monastic cell.
If Virginia thought she could follow him where no other had dared, she
was much mistaken.
