Re: From Earl Grey to Soggy Sponges!
Well, tally-ho with a bing and a bong and a zing zang spillip! Absolutely spiffing prose!
Marvellous to cross paths with a fellow Englishman who has, like me, been out in the mid-day sun, but whose dogs are certifiably not mad.
Alas, I have never been to a British tea party, grand or otherwise. But I have been to a street party – the King’s funny Coronation (Zadok the Priest is still rattling around my head). My giddy aunt, what a splendid day that was.
Let me set the scene. The sun was shining. The street was closed at both ends, and people had brought out tables and chairs. On the tables were sandwiches (of all sorts), crisps, little pies, pizza, sausage rolls, chicken wings – wonderful fare. Lots to drink as well with a choice a wines, beer, fizzy drinks, or just sparkling water. For dessert, on our table, we had an enticingly placed Victoria. Sponge.
The street was full of people chatting away, reminiscing about the BBC Micro, and having a jolly nice time. What bliss.
Sat opposite me was this one gent. Mr Windows. Everyone knows him. He’s a bit middle-aged now – not quite as sprightly as he used to be, and somewhat podgy around the middle. One of those chaps who lets out a little fart when he stands up, poor sod. He’s evidently a fairly dependable sort of cove, but for some time now I’ve felt there’s something a bit off with him. Not quite on the level, if you know what I mean. I’m not saying he’s a ne'er-do-well or anything like that, but let’s just say it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s living a double life involving a certain degree of espionage. I try to keep my distance from him these days.
At the next table was this chap who’s a right hoot! Young Mr Linux. Bags of energy. Can’t sit still for one minute! And so much personality – it’s like there’s ten people in there vying for attention! And there’s often a cadre of people around him who think the sun shines out of his…. well, you know what I mean. Apparently his old Uncle Unix (no longer with us) was a bit fruity too – I’m told he caused quite the sensation in the 70s. I gather young Linux is self-employed – something to do with computers – he’s apparently very capable, but desperately needs help with the marketing.
And then there’s old Mac. Kind of a strange old wizard. I’ve certainly heard of him. I’ve seen pictures of him in the local Gazette (it’s a local paper, for local people). But he wasn’t at the street party. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in the flesh. Neither has anyone I know. Apparently he just keeps himself to himself, and does his own thing. Which is fine. A bit like Dumbledore with agoraphobia.
And so here ends my little reverie. Toodle pip, stout yeoman!
Biting the hand that feeds IT
