Da Last Plesiosaur



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Eftir aw dat fechtin,

aw dat movin an hidin an listenin an warnin,

we fund dis lang deep dark loch

awa up idda Nord

whaur at lang last we’d be left tae oorsels,

left in peace.

Or so we thocht .

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WHWHWHU R R R R Z Z Z

Oot o da blue

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SSSPPPLAAAASHSHSH

dis muckle chukkie da size o da mune

cam  thunderin doon,

dis muckle stane 

cam whudderindudderinspludderin doon

wheechin us aa,

da hale shebang o us,

muddirsfaidderssistersbruddersdochterssons,

wheechin us aa in ae fell swoop

                             cept me

                                            aa cept me

                                                                    aa except me

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Aa dat wis lang syne,

lang lang syne.

Nooadays A cannae even see

bit still

fae time tae time

A poke ma heid oot o da waatir

oot o da cal dark  waatir

an mak a sort o saft lang moanin soon

OOOOOAWAWAWAWAMMMMPHPHPH

OOOAWAWMMMMPHPH

OOOOOMMMPH

bit der’s niver ony anserin caa,

niver iver.

LANZA NEW

No dat A expect der tae be.

No dat A’d ken whit tae dae

if der wis.

LA DONNA E MOBILE


You’re never alone

with a mobile phone

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La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
Muta d’accento — e di pensiero.
Sempre un amabile,
Leggiadro viso,
In pianto o in riso, — è menzognero.
È sempre misero
Chi a lei s’affida,
Chi le confida — mal cauto il cuore!
Pur mai non sentesi
Felice appieno
Chi su quel seno — non liba amore!

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South of France


We stayed on a gite a couple of miles outside and above Cannes. The photograph below was taken of Myra swimming in one of the huge water tanks on the farm. Our friend Parba got sunstroke so we covered her with cucumber slices which seemed to do the trick. The Italian farm labourer who had the adjacent cottage and who had seen me take photographs knocked at our door with a bowl of olives and showed us his polaroid photographs which he thought we would like. He didn’t have any French. The photographs were of his room: his fridge, his cooker, his record player, his bed, his chairs, his carpet, the view from his room……it was like meeting up with a needy Van Gogh.  Nice guy. Lonely.
But aren’t we all (lonely, that is – not necessarily nice!)?

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