A smooth operator, operating correctly.
He's unravelling before our very eyes like a beloved woollen garment snagged on the nails of life's little foibles. I prescribe one dose of Hollywood shenanigans (500mg).And your specs are over there.
Yes, I thought to myself 'Where did I last leave them?'.And d'you know? There they were.
Where? Under the stair?
A little mouse with clogs on?
Well, I declare.
He was with that man who wasn't there. Such tiny clogs! (on the mouse)
I wish people could blog in chorus, because what I'd like at this point is for all m'long-standing blog chums to burst into a rousing chorus of... something. Not sure what. But it would be very funny.Maybe at home, in your own time: a-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four....
I would, but I can't think of anything to sing.And I've had specs moments like that. More times than I care to remember.
'can we build it?...'sorry, couldn't resist
Surely that'd be 'can we fix it?'(Yes, we can.)
yes well, i am not young anymore and i'm afraid the only thing that excited me about bob the builder was the lovely pilchard. i apologise for my lack of popular children's tv knowledge, but i am only just getting the chance now to be a lay-about student watching these things, and there's certainly no chance in the near future of me watching it with my own little people. but still, 'can we fix it?' *runs away in shame*
ooo there could be a scene where alan loses his glasses because boyce has nicked them, so alan can't see and he's all stressed. sorry, that was my immediate thought. and glad you found your glasses.
Wasn't there already a scene where Alan knocks his own glasses off and can't see and is all stressed?*quickly backtracks, because I obviously don't have too much GW trivia on instant recall*Oo-er, I didn't mean to cause some kind of emotional breakdown... whoops. Sorry.
Where were you all? There I was, bellowing 'clip, clippety-clop on the stair', and not a murmur. Jolly embarrassing.
"Wasn't there already a scene where Alan knocks his own glasses off and can't see and is all stressed?"i only remember at the end of the "what's that?" "it's a bone" scene.
I heard you, cello. Which was slightly worrying...
Yeh, but you didn't join in, did you?
It's very strange that such a concise blog should have generated such free-flowing responses. Have you ever done any scientific analysis of the correlation between length of blog and qhantity of comments?
I will if it means putting off any more writing for half an hour...But yes, I think people need a blank canvas every now and then. That's why I like the 'making light' site - sometimes just a brief quote at random, followed by hundred of usually very interesting comments. Well worth checking out - although might be a bit impenetrable if you're not an SF fan...
Also, Lauren, I'm sure Bob sings both lines, so everyone's right, and you all get a housepoint.
i thought i was right, but the moment it said the comment was posted i felt a wave of dread wash over me. well, not quite, i just kinda thought 'crap, did i get that wrong?', but anyway, yay for our housepoints!
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