Took nuts w me to the park today
Squirrel sat on my lap
Closest I’ll ever get
To anyone
(Eating out of the palm of my hand…)
Text message from a sister, by Steve Kirk.
A! Tis some stale thorn.
I ache rich ballads, M!
I’m stagy when neer.
Live merman: hell.
Awful killin’ Erma!
Makz ‘n nice compote
Anagrams of eminent authors by Edmund Wilson in 1953. Submitted by Marika Rose.
Aaaargh
aaargh
Arse
Bakewell
Baldy
buggeration
Bunnyface
colposcopy
Columbus
Cressida
Cumbria
Didsbury
Dimbleby
Duffer
dunno
Eon
Ecton
Er…
fab
FAB
Facebook
fishcake
fuck’em
Fulham
Gawain
goblins
got’em
grrr
haiku
hardcore
hubris
huzzah!
id
Ikea
Ingerland
jetlagged
Jodrell
Jonathan
Jonks
Kendrick
Kevinless
kissed
Lavinia
Lesbiana
Liverpuddle
luvverly
m’dear
Macaulay
Merseyside
Me
mercies
miseries
mockingbird
Monterey
narrowboats
needlecraft
nob
Orla
ooh
Oooh
ORLA
Ovaltine
ovulating
PDFs
PMS
PJs
pissed
podcast
poeting
pootling
Prokoviev
Psychicbread
quilting
Quorn
ravishing
Rayleigh
rehydrated
revelatory
RSPB
RSVP
Sadlergate
Sandiway
Sandringham
Sarge
Sauvignon
Sellotape
sleepyhead
sparrowfart
Tamworth
Tesco
thingybob
Thinkpad
tinternet
tirribly
topsy
Tupperware
turvy
Um…
undelete
Undercliffe
vengeful
vergers
weirdly
Whitby
whooping
whortleberries
Xanthe
Xmas
yay
!
From the custom dictionary on my phone – these are all the words my phone has learnt from me. By Jo Bell.
Our French dream is over . . .
and now I fear for our
happy marriage, says
Lauren Booth.
Lauren Booth: I changed my
Facebook profile after
a row and now my husband
is in a coma.
I asked him: ‘Do you know
who I am?’ reveals
Lauren Booth as her husband
emerges from a coma.
Lauren Booth thanks God her
husband survived a
horrific motorbike
accident but confesses:
The man I loved is dead.
Lauren Booth wrote about
dumping her husband on
Facebook and his terrible
road accident but now
her mother-in-law asks:
Why can’t we keep
this in the family?
Lauren Booth: why I hate
my mother and never
want to see her again.
Daily Mail headlines collected by Lost in Showbiz, 28 October 2010. By Marika Rose.
Even the Euro
began pouring into play to
many, leading. Them, they were not realising. You
don’t recognise your new problems.
Ridiculed in six weeks prior.
I live, come together and help each other.
The people make nearly all of our racquetball a Guerrier Gordon
show.
I’m just a troll and eastern European
multi-area –
are you good at that?
Seven as the sun.
Ronald book on Dearing committee
once upon
or start flooding in to Western Europe.
Your
store
asking questions take the altered
e.g. the Tories blame rather half
crosses on grounds of grown ups, windows monuments
he rose to the person.
The result of using new dictation software for the very first time to transcribe an interview, 18 November 2010. Almost none of the words are correct. By Rachel Helen Smith.
I’ve got nobody to talk to.
Nobody to say, how you feel?
Nobody to say, you ok?
Nobody. You can’t talk.
I can only talk to you.
And you’re no frigging good, cos you can’t talk back.
It’s been really funny, cos in the stillness I’ve felt
you know
my goodness, you know,
this is me. It’s just
it’s just me now. I feel kinda stripped bare.
I can’t
the only way I can describe it is I feel
tetchy. I feel
every time it gets really quiet I think
I’m out of control.
With all the stillness
I really can look at myself.
I don’t know whether you can
whether that’s ever happened to you
where you’ve actually looked in the mirror and
you can kind of see past the eyes. And it’s like
meeting a new person.
Right now, right this minute
this is the loneliest I’ve felt since I was
was at the children’s home.
From the BBC’s The Big Silence, first broadcast 22 October 2010. By Marika Rose.
Philosophy is not
meant to be practical.
It is not meant
to have a use.
It does not exist to
make us more productive
girls and boys. It is a
diet of words to feed
our soul by way of
stimulating our mind.
It is not a roast-beef
sandwich, but more the
substance of an
ethereal longing.
Taken from a Lost in Technopolis post 13 May 2009. By Marika Rose.
N’avez-vous pas des griddle-cakes?
Quelle espèce de dump is this, anyhow?
Appelez-vous cela coffee?
Où est le N.Y. Times?
What’s the matter?
Don’t you understand English?
De tous les pays godams que j’ai vu.
Je n’ai pas vu une belle femme jusqu’à présent.
Ici est où nous used to come
quand j’étais ici pendant la guerre.
Say, ceci est de la bière vrai!
O boy! Deux semaines from tomorrow
nous sail for home. Sogleich wir zu hause sind,
geh ich zum Childs und eine tasse kaffee
und ein glass eiswasser kaufen.
How Gow
Inw Iow
are ape
cre bre
you wot
wou wov
? . , –
! ‘ @ :
Text message word suggestions from a Sony Ericsson mobile phone. By Marika Rose.
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