As a vegetarian, I’m used to seeing things on Spanish menus that really don’t appeal to me. Yesterday, though, I was particularly taken – or not – by the top two items on the meat section:
Continue reading “what’s for dinner?”
the narrator and me
There is a reason this blog is called “Don’t confuse the narrator”.
I post a lot of first person poetry, anecdotes and general prose, but I don’t guarantee the veracity of any of it. My world overlaps, and occasionally coincides with, the world described in my writing, but it is not the same world, and the narrator and I are not the same person.
Which makes this advert – which crops up regularly on my WordPress dashboard – more than a little ironic:
Perhaps if the domain on offer was:
dontconfusethenarrator.possiblysomebodyelseentirely, it might be more tempting.
serious relations
I don’t have many relations. Certainly not many I am on speaking terms with. But some of those I do speak to, probably count as ‘serious’ people.
I was pleased, then, to find this advert brought up on my gmail account recently:
But what should I get for the more light-hearted members of my family?
room with a view
The window of the latest hotel room doesn’t offer much of a view. But I’ve always like red brick and it would be a lot more depressing if there weren’t that glorious unbroken blue sky.
Continue reading “room with a view”
windfarm
En un lugar de La Mancha, driving
along an empty motorway, we see
giants on the horizon. Full tilt
we race towards them.
Long arms whirl and sharp blades
slice the air. We hear aeolian music
serenading Dulcinea.
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