I decided to take a rest after a day of moving and unpacking the never ending piles of boxes like some unfortunate Greek who has somehow upset one of the more spiteful gods. I was preparing to settle down, rest my aching limbs, and see the New Year in with a glass of whisky when there was a tremendous banging on my door. I raced down thinking some dreadful accident must have taken place. Perhaps the house next door was ablaze. Perhaps my house was ablaze and I had not yet noticed! I opened my front door to find I was staring at a belt buckle. The giant stooped and said 'Grrr, grugh, grugghht!' 'No,' I cried, 'you shall not enter!' adding with a flash of brilliance, 'I think they are having a party next door.'
'Frughtgh!' said the Giant and tried to push through my door. 'Next door! Party! Lots to drink! Small children to eat!' and I pushed back hard against the Giant's knee. (To tell the truth I did not actually say the last phrase, the one about small children.) I kept pushing while building up the fictional party next door until it sounded as if Heliogabulus himself ( Fave. decadent Roman emperor. Read Alfred Duggan) had just moved in to the street. 'Rivers of wine! Mountains of food! Dangcng girls -and boys - from the Mysterious East! Damsels with dulcimers! Rare delights of the unmentional and indescribable kind! Finally my words must have penetrated the slow gigantic brain for I managed to push the huge bulk back over my threshold and out into the street. I quickly locked the door and returned to my whisky and Bach. i was not disturbed again that New Year's Eve except by the muffled screams and the sound of breaking glass next door and the occasional grunt from Glenn Gould.
The Giant was, of course, a fox in disguise. But you will all have guessed that by now.
Happy New Year!
On Thursday I should have have a phone and internet.
More entries to the quiz please.
'Frughtgh!' said the Giant and tried to push through my door. 'Next door! Party! Lots to drink! Small children to eat!' and I pushed back hard against the Giant's knee. (To tell the truth I did not actually say the last phrase, the one about small children.) I kept pushing while building up the fictional party next door until it sounded as if Heliogabulus himself ( Fave. decadent Roman emperor. Read Alfred Duggan) had just moved in to the street. 'Rivers of wine! Mountains of food! Dangcng girls -and boys - from the Mysterious East! Damsels with dulcimers! Rare delights of the unmentional and indescribable kind! Finally my words must have penetrated the slow gigantic brain for I managed to push the huge bulk back over my threshold and out into the street. I quickly locked the door and returned to my whisky and Bach. i was not disturbed again that New Year's Eve except by the muffled screams and the sound of breaking glass next door and the occasional grunt from Glenn Gould.
The Giant was, of course, a fox in disguise. But you will all have guessed that by now.
Happy New Year!
On Thursday I should have have a phone and internet.
More entries to the quiz please.