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Sunday, 29 December 2013


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I always read Mick Hartley's blog first, so I can't play your little poetry challenge, but I'll just say no one can possibly solve it, it's that clever. I'd like to give you a simpler one, though.

What is so unique about this sentence?

"Straw? No, too stupid a fad. I put soot on warts."

@DOM - palindrome

Ah, you see, Dom, you can't catch out that cleva' fella', Fred Thrung, the well-known elocution test!

The pome lacks the letter "u". In fact, unless I've missed something, it seems also to lack f, j, k, m, p, q, v, x, y, & z. Vot signifies? Dunno. Maybe it's the letters it does contain that matters.

Am I getting warm, o Great Duff?

"Maybe it's the letters it does contain that matters

Definitely getting warmer, my son!

The letters that the poem does contain are those of the word LIncoln, plus a, d, e, g, h, i, r, s, t, w. Those latter are the ones required to spell Washington. I'm left with d, e left over - so first I'll check that they really were used.

Aha, they appeared in "tide"; bugger!

What other American historical character can be spelled with the letters from Lincoln and Washington, plus d & e? Not that twat Jefferson, thank goodness, nor the overrated Ben Franklin. Nor again Roosevelt. I may have to sleep on this.

Hold on; d & e appear in Delaware, and the rest of the letters of Delaware also appear on my list.

Hold on, m' 'earties: delete Lincoln; the point is that the whole pome contains only the letters that appear in its title. I'll offer you that now, unchecked, because the football highlights start any moment now.

Oh dear. DM going on about American fathers again. This time Framklin. Here is I Bernard Cohen on the subject.

And for puzzles, everyone knows about the Franklin Squares.

And here is cohen's own book.

Football over, I'm back. Yes, my suggestion is correct. But is there any more to it? It seems a modest restriction to lead to such atrocious lines.

Well, d & e appear in every line. So does w, actually. Hm. Hm. Hm.

Ha, bloody, ha - got it, you old Duffer. Trebles all round.

I'll leave the answer unsaid in case anyone else wants to have a go.
Thank goodness it's a tribute to Washington rather than that twat Jefferson.

And here's a cheerer-upper for the morning, Duffers.

The 'Milipede' is crawling towards victory

You are surely not going to vote another even further left one in than the one already in power. It is labour isn't it.

If you do the Conservatively governed Dominions of Australia, Canada and N.Z will just have to redact the Great off Great Britain and immediately rescue H.M. After all she is ours as well and we can't have her exposed to the socialist riff raff can we?


"The end of a beautiful friendship:"

You thought I'd jump into this, didn't you? Well, forget it!
He's American and absolutely nothing to do with me.

And you got DM thinking and that's got to be a good thing, right?
Ah, right? Right??

Well done, DM, you win the first prize! Each line of the poem is an anagram of the title. And thanks for the link to Zero Hedge - a fascinating little essay.

Now look here, AussieD, just because you finally woke up 'down under there' and kicked out that dreadful female with the 'speak your weight machine' voice, there's no need for you to get all superior! I put my trust entirely in the good sense, intelligence and shrewd acumen of the British people . . . oh God, I've just re-read that . . . do they still do those £10 offers to emigrate to Australia?

Just think, Andra, if I did emigrate to 'Oz' we could be neighbours - such fun! And DM never stops thinking, proper swot he is!

Dom, thanks for the links which on a cold, wet, gale-hammered Monday morning has already given me a headache! I had never heard of Franklin's squares but just one look at them and I could hear my synapses slamming shut!

Dunno about football, I haven't watched it since Bobby Robson's Ipswich were doing so well, but baseball has quite an assortment of exotically illustrated and barbered practitioners. This year's 'world series' champions went in for the beardy look, from the immaculately sculpted beard of David Ortiz to the 'Grizzly Adams' of Mike Napoli :

The real champion though is Brian Wilson of the LA Dodgers :,r:94,s:100,i:286&iact=rc&page=9&tbnh=183&tbnw=248&ndsp=27&tx=108&ty=82">,r:94,s:100,i:286&iact=rc&page=9&tbnh=183&tbnw=248&ndsp=27&tx=108&ty=82">,r:94,s:100,i:286&iact=rc&page=9&tbnh=183&tbnw=248&ndsp=27&tx=108&ty=82

Linky to Brian Wilson's picture above got corrupted for some reason (too long really), try again :,r:94,s:100,i:286&iact=rc&page=9&tbnh=183&tbnw=248&ndsp=27&tx=171&ty=112">,r:94,s:100,i:286&iact=rc&page=9&tbnh=183&tbnw=248&ndsp=27&tx=171&ty=112">,r:94,s:100,i:286&iact=rc&page=9&tbnh=183&tbnw=248&ndsp=27&tx=171&ty=112

No.4 gets my vote, Paul!

"Well done, DM, you win the first prize!" Ah, but when I was twenty I'd have solved it at a glance, instead of solemnly working it out. Tempus bloody fugit.

Yes, 'fugit' is the word I use when I ponder my advanced years!

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