Random acts of stationery #13

they are but mortal objects. what makes them come alive is much more important.

So ungrateful.

That’s a good heart that is, and they’re hard to find.

Fergal Sharkey if I’m not mistaken?

I would certainly recommend it, especially with a good chianti… *sfsfsfsfsfsf*

Miles Away - Very true. My heart is alive with the sound of music. Or are those the hills? I forget.

Angelalala & Lord Garfunkel - I once saw Fergal Sharkey on the Piccadilly Line. It cured me of three years of lying awake at night wondering, “Whatever happened to Fergal Sharkey?”

Edvard - I eat Hannibals. (Terrible pun, that.)

you could have hills in your heart. uppy downy. and music! everything can be everywhere.

your words, your emotion, your feelings - it is possible to have someone else’s heart and still retain the sense of your own self.

I prefer a plate of old tripe.

miles away - sometimes I think I might have someone else’s heart. metaphorically speaking, of course. but that’s between you and me. don’t tell anyone.

Annie - You’ve come to the right place. We specialise in old tripe round here.

you do?

oh splendid!

Hearts and minds, tripe and eyelids, it’s all the same to me.

“Hearts and minds, tripe and eyelids”.

I think An Unreliable Witness may have just got its new strapline.

I think Boris Yeltsin’s liver is up for grabs now, if you don’t mind it being a bit pickled.

Hello Emma, and welcome. Pickled liver is my favourite, particularly drowned in the delicious taste of vodka.

My strap supplying fees are very reasonable.

but what about the pancreas?

think about the homeless people. What are they going to do this Christmas?

“Oh sorry, wrong blog … whoops”

I approve of the new tagline. I’ve always felt that business about you having a shiny new axe was vaguely rude somehow, but couldn’t quite put my finger on why.

Angelalala - Strap-supplying? Gosh.

Imogen - I have their pancreas already [insert evil laugh here]

Andre - Who are you again?

Jack - I had never noticed that particular unintentional innuendo. As you know, I am pure in thought, word and deed.