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Colour, colour, colour- Matisse, Scottish Colourists and ilk never fail to brighten up my day. My Kindle Paperwhite and downloadable books. Since I seem to have nothing but rather unpleasant dreams and am not a masochist I'd take issue with Sigmund's "A Dream is the Interpretation of a Wish." Second-hand books at 1p plus p&p - bargains always cheer me up.
My life, each morning when I dress, is four and twenty hours less. (J Richardson)
Colour, colour, colour- Matisse, Scottish Colourists and ilk never fail to brighten up my day. My Kindle Paperwhite and downloadable books. Since I seem to have nothing but rather unpleasant dreams and am not a masochist I'd take issue with Sigmund's "A Dream is the Interpretation of a Wish." Second-hand books at 1p plus p&p - bargains always cheer me up.
Bonnard, Monet, Kandinsky. The colour of photography slides from the 1950s. Cars built in the 1950s/1960s - colour/style. The range of colour in clothing - 1950s/1960s. Knitware generally. Football colours. Fireworks. Christmas tree lights. The colour of cartoons/puppets. African colours. Mediterranean colours. Aboriginal art. And the colours of the seaside.
Look folks , the Human League saw fit to improve on The Bard's work, and had one of the best selling albums of the 80's for their trouble, so who am I to argue ?
I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
My lack of confidence about sentence structure clearly extends to not recognizing the end of one!
Or rather, I forgot that I'd added ts as an appendage. Not sure he'd be pleased with that description of himself any more than being thought of as a preposition!
Last edited by Pulcinella; 02-02-17, 15:31.
Reason: Spelling/typo correction, but already quoted!
My lack of confidence about sentence structure clearly extends to not recognizing the end of one!
Or rather, I forgot that I'd added ts as an appendage. Not sure he'd be pleased with that desciption of himself any more than being thought of as a preposition!
I would imagine ts as being quite used to being prepositioned.
I would imagine ts as being quite used to being prepositioned.
Oh, come on, that's a rehash of the old gag about advice given to those leaving prison after having served their term not contemplating marriage too soon thereafter, i.e. "never end a sentence with a proposition".
I had thought to make passing incidental reference at this point to The Flaying of Marsyas but, as it's by D***d M*tt***s and with discretion evidently being the better part of something or other, I desisted...
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