Monday, 31 July 2023

What Is Life???????

What can I say? When we went to swap books at our hotel library yesterday, we also decided to avail ourselves of the only English magazine they had….

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…… let’s just say, thank goodness we didn’t actually fork out the 92p it would have cost us in “real life” ………

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… as it’s stories, letters and feature pages, how shall I put it, weren’t quite us …..

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…… although Nigel did muse, that with all our many adventures, we would stand a pretty good chance of getting a picture or two published, if other readers contributions were anything to go by!

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However, even for the princely sum of £25, Darrell said he’d never be able to look Hugh, his best friend and mentor and expert of all things Harpers Bazaar and Tatler, in the eye, ever, again ……

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……. and so disposed said magazine, discreetly in the bin as we left the beach, lest Nigel follow up any further aspirations of seeing any of our “off piste” moments in print in such a publication. What are either of them like?

4 comments:

Mr.D said...

Just as well Nigel didn't decide to do something to himself, just to get his photo printed.

Anonymous said...

Oh my goodness - each to their own - can't see me with a union jack face - but heavens, what did that parrot say??? Don't need to know, thank you very much! JantheFan x

Mr.D said...

"What is life?"

I meant to say about the poem, "Leisure," by W. H. Davies.

"What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?"

You have plenty of time to stand and stare, or even lie down and stare, when you are on holiday. Nigel has plenty of time to ponder, too.

Mr.D said...

Leisure
by
William Henry Davies


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.