Wednesday, October 31, 2012

a footballer's career treads water...

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"Our John's come on a 
lot"..."Yeah, right. Thirteen times. And
always as a sub"....

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("Tread water"? Can subs do that? I always thought they just dived - at the slightest touch, right?)










('To Come on More Than One's Career Has': 17 Syllables)

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Cyclone Sandy batters US East Coast...

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"Cyclone...Hurricane...
or Cyclops"? - they all have their
eye in the centre...

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- storms, by any other name...












('The i of the Storm': 17 Syllables)

Monday, October 29, 2012

pigs trot (but colours can make them run)

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if you prefer your
bacon streaky, put it in
the wash - with coloureds...

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(17 Syllables)

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Does a day ever day go by without some sort of football scandal? The fact that this horrendous sport (I speak of the professional game only) is known as 'The Beautiful Game'...well, I don't think I've heard a better joke these last few years.
And to those who say that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, I suggest that, sometimes, beauty merely lies. Period.

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Sunday, October 28, 2012

fit for purpose? - no, just fit...

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would it be fair to
call builders' merchants who run
out of doors 'joggers'?...

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("Fetch!": 17 Syllables)

Saturday, October 27, 2012

as opposed to a chateau, right?...

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nothing goes better
with cottage pie than a fine
one-storey house wine...

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('The Perfect Accompaniment': 17 Syllables)

Friday, October 26, 2012

one harrowing a/c after another...

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If money talks, well,
so do the banks. Their statements
can quite depress us...

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(17 Syllables)

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Marrakech, Oct 23: a Red Letter Day...

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Age? - it's just a number,
And it seems that mine's not up...
As I enter second childhood
And revert to being a pup...

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...OK, so 4 red letters, then - the rest unread till I get back. (Written on A4, hopefully.)








   



Just Don't Mention The Pension...

Monday, October 22, 2012

light entertainment...

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"What lighting's that?" asked
my wife in the bedroom. "Strip,"
I said. So she did...

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('It's A Game We Play': 17 Syllables)

Sunday, October 21, 2012

having your cake and eating it - alone...

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celibacy? - a
piece of cake (date and walnut -
but without the dates)

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('Another Quiet Night In': 17 Syllables)

Saturday, October 20, 2012

fast and furious (he was fast, the world was furious)

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by taking drugs, Ben
Johnson crossed the line - in a
new world's best, sadly ...

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...an injection of pace, sure - but administered by whom?...











('The Seoul of Indiscretion': 17 Syllables)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

identity theft...

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I always knew I'd
be someone one day. But I
just never knew who...

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("see, I am bitious, dad!")











('This Year, Matthew, I'm Going To Be...':17 Syllables)

Sunday, October 14, 2012

to whom it may concern...

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"My virginity's
something I cherish, take it
from me. But not yet!"...

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- and the, er, darker version...



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"My virginity's
something I cherish, take it
from me." So I did...

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(17 Syllables)

Saturday, October 13, 2012

liquid assets, by any other name...

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a fast-flowing current
account's as close as I'll get
to an offshore one...

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(17 Syllables)

Friday, October 12, 2012

now look who's getting fruity...

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papayas having
it off with watermelons? -
talk about seedy...

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- bloody hell, there are are masses of the buggers...











("Hey, Who's Your Daddy?"Asks Papa Papaya: 17 Syllables)

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

being shot: it's not cool, but it's certainly neat...

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....the discharge...

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....the bullet in.....

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....the bullet out...

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....the bulletin......

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....the discharge...

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----------------- in and out of hospital - like a shot -----------------

Monday, October 8, 2012

hate the steep ones, mind...

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I just love running
up bills - hey, it saves having
to go to the gym...

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(17 Sillybillybles)

Sunday, October 7, 2012

fast food: the 3-minute round of bread...

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"fancy a knuckle
sandwich? - I think one round should
just about do it"...

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('Looks Like You're Toast, Mate': 17 Syllables)

Thursday, October 4, 2012

the quest for immortality...

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learn to hate life: you
won't live forever - but, hey,
it'll seem like it...

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(17 Syllables)


------ Stop Press ------

Footballers - they're not the sharpest tools in the box (not even the penalty box, haha): a story from today's press (only slightly re-arranged)

Travelling on the London Underground today, England football manager Roy Hodgson tells an ageing Rio Ferdinand it's the end of the line. "How do you mean?" asks Rio, "there are still 4 stops to go"...

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

they're canines,right?...

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my dogs?...they're like false
teeth - they need to be taken
out last thing at night...

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(17 Rather Sillybles)