The song that contains the following words is possibly my favourite song in the whole world:
#I once had a whim and I had to obey it to buy a French horn in a second hand shop;
I polished it up and I started to play it in spite of the neighbours who begged me to stop.
De-diddly-diddly-diddly-diddly....
Except really the diddlies are Donald Swann on the piano.
Hello there.
#To sound my horn, I had to develop my embouchure.
I found my horn was a bit of a devil to play DIDDLE-UM-DIDDY-DUM....
You'll possible be wanting some news.
News. Yes.
Oh right. Now, listen to this bit. Don't get distracted by comical song lyrics because it's actually kind of important.
The DEADLINE for the OPEN POETRY COMPETITION is being EXTENDED by ONE MONTH, so it now closes on 31st JANUARY. We've had a little bit of understandable flak in the past for extending the deadline on the Writing for Children competition, which upset some people who'd rushed to make the earlier deadline, and we do apologise profusely if anyone feels similarly pillocksed about on this occasion, but we're primarily doing it because we don't think it's really on to expect people to rush to finish their poems over Christmas. We hope very much that you approve. There.
#WHO. SWIPED. THAT. HORN? I'll bet you a quid somebody did, knowing
I'd found a concerto and wanted to play it, afraid of my talent at playing the horn,
For early today, to my utter dismay, it had vanished away like the dew in the morn.
De-dum-diddy-dum-diddy-dum-diddy-dum-diddy etc.
Otherwise our news is fairly low key, if not mildly tragic in a sort of mundane and essentially privileged fashion. Primarily we had a brief stationary crisis in the office yesterday, wherein we found ourselves quite horribly deprived of both A4 paper, clean and scrap, and sellotape. But we're over it now, and my back hurts a little, because I've spent a good forty minutes of the day bearing the ream of paper across country in my rucksack, in the most dreadful rain, and my umbrella has rusted into several fairly pointless sticks wrapped in soggy cloths, but what of it? We can print words off the computer screen, and then we can tape them to things. We ask little more from life.
Tomorrow we're having another meeting in the pub. This is mostly why our office is possibly just a little bit happier than yours.
#I miss its music more and more and more. Without that horn... I'm feeling sad and so for-lor-ooooooooooooooooooorn....
And if anyone knows where my French horn is, please to be letting me know in comments.
Sam.
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9 comments:
I can't comment on your french horn, but I can recommend a good bakers in Breacon which may supply a cream horn!
You interest me strangely, old bean.
Can't think of nothing worse than running out of paper... apart from alcohol of course.
Why is that, young sprout?
Hello Leafsters
Any idea when the short story results will be announced?
Hello, Anonymous. That's a splendid question. I'll do a proper post about it in a bit, but the shortish answer is as soon as possible - we're still judging it, and we're also judging the two themed competitions as well, but we're getting through it as quickly as we possible can. Without being slapdash or reckless about. Naturally.
Thanks Leafster!
Sam are you sick ? Your absence is noted.
I am not sick. Mostly I am waiting for an update to happen on the website in order that I can make a post about something quite exciting that happened. If I make the post prior to the update, you'll all go 'ooh, so exciting' and head off to the site and you'll be, frankly, disappointed. But don't tell Gav I said this. He'll likely take it for nagging.
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