The word 'randomly' used twice here. Randomly.
Because I have suddenly discovered that I can get avant-garde London radio station Resonance loud and (fairly) clear I can now wake up to a man randomly reading out sixty questions about, mainly, birds. Like: 'What do you pretend with a wren?' And: 'What do rooks do on Sunday?'
Well that was one morning. On other occasions it might be 'madrigal hour' or a discussion about a DVD on the subject of the typeface Helvetica. It keeps you on your toes.
Not that I've neglected the mainstream. I went to see a Chinese opera. This was Monkey which, as everyone knows, is based on the Johnny Vegas PG Tips ads. It is an incredible spectacle. As a giant woollen monkey was lowered into the auditorium to an aria sung by Johnny Vegas in a tutu, and the talking chimps from the earlier adverts did martial arts moves, I could hardly contain myself.
Well alright, it was nothing like that but it was highly enjoyable. It must have been, because there were a lot of Chinese people in the audience, always the sign of a good Chinese opera. The one grave disappointment was that there were no monkeys in it. No, not one. This in spite of my constantly asking: 'Where's the monkey? Is that the monkey?' throughout, rising eventually to a screech which all but drowned out the opera, somewhat to the annoyance of my neighbours.
Mat has been round the house. When he hasn't been making himself an impromptu meal out of the leeks, duck, and black pudding his Mum randomly gave him, he has mainly been admiring the internet on his laptop. Discovering some site that tells you what the weather is like outside ('The clouds are updating!'). It's almost like old times, except now we can give him back at the end of the day.
By the way, on a Sunday rooks sit still in trees and do not carry twigs in their beaks.
Well that was one morning. On other occasions it might be 'madrigal hour' or a discussion about a DVD on the subject of the typeface Helvetica. It keeps you on your toes.
Not that I've neglected the mainstream. I went to see a Chinese opera. This was Monkey which, as everyone knows, is based on the Johnny Vegas PG Tips ads. It is an incredible spectacle. As a giant woollen monkey was lowered into the auditorium to an aria sung by Johnny Vegas in a tutu, and the talking chimps from the earlier adverts did martial arts moves, I could hardly contain myself.
Well alright, it was nothing like that but it was highly enjoyable. It must have been, because there were a lot of Chinese people in the audience, always the sign of a good Chinese opera. The one grave disappointment was that there were no monkeys in it. No, not one. This in spite of my constantly asking: 'Where's the monkey? Is that the monkey?' throughout, rising eventually to a screech which all but drowned out the opera, somewhat to the annoyance of my neighbours.
Mat has been round the house. When he hasn't been making himself an impromptu meal out of the leeks, duck, and black pudding his Mum randomly gave him, he has mainly been admiring the internet on his laptop. Discovering some site that tells you what the weather is like outside ('The clouds are updating!'). It's almost like old times, except now we can give him back at the end of the day.
By the way, on a Sunday rooks sit still in trees and do not carry twigs in their beaks.
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