Wednesday 30 November 2011

Amplified version


alternative translations provided; brackets indicate extra shades of meaning; square brackets indicate provision of further clarification

One man’s son (a father, male progenitor, parent’s offspring, boy, lad, kid, manchild) said, spoke, requested, demanded, enquired ‘Give me my inheritance [provide into my safekeeping that to which I am entitled when you die, my share of your wealth].’ He gave, handed, freely distributed, gifted, a sum of money (currency, loot, spondulix, lucre, wad, wedge, bunce, folding greenbacks, dosh, bundle, brass, wonga, moolah, smackers, bread, lolly, readies) to this lad and he went from the house [left home] and went to Dissipation City [a town far away infamous for wickedness and wild living].

Once there, the boy spent [dissipated wastefully, frittered prodigally] all, the entirety, each and every coin, of the money and was broke, hard up, skint, without two pennies to rub together, on his uppers. And at the same time (simultaneously) there was a famine [economic hardship with specific reference to food shortages, possibly on account of crop failure or other accidents such fire or disease in the grain store].

The boy took employment, a job, was hired, looking after pigs [unclean animals anathema to persons of Hebrew heritage]. He longed (desired most earnestly, hungered) to eat the pods [diseased or withered vegetable remnants, of the sort thrown away by a community suffering greatly and starving to death] the pigs were eating [from their trough].

At this point, he came to his senses (had a revelation, was inspired by a thought from God, heard a divine word). ‘What am I doing?’ (why am I imagining myself eating this horrible gruel?) he thought to himself [he engaged in internal dialogue]. ‘My father’s hired men eat well every day (three square meals – breakfast, lunch and dinner). I will arise (get up, raise myself) [get off my backside, take a hike, make a move, stir my stumps, get going] and go to my father and say “I am no longer [despite previous honour, I have rejected the status to which I was entitled by the means of my shameful and disrespectful behaviour towards you] worthy [entitled by esteem] to be called your son [having rejected my position, to be known as legal offspring]; please (I entreat thee upon bended knee, with humility) give me a job (provide me with gainful employment).”’

He set off (left, made his way, journey, travelled, got going). But while he was still a long way off (at a distance, not nearby) his father saw him [from his vantage point] and ran (jogged, trotted, yomped, galloped, cantered, sprinted) to greet him (embrace him, welcome him) [show his affection for him] with a kiss. He gave him gifts [showered him with presents and gratuities] of a coat, a ring [featuring the family crest, symbolising his acceptance back into the family home] and a pair of shoes.

The father called for the slaughter (death, butchery, throat-slitting) of the fatted calf [set aside for feasting, special occasions, ensuring every celebrant has plenty, or many celebrants have sufficient], and for it to be roasted (cooked, flame-grilled, turned slowly above a fire).

‘This my son was lost (displaced, mislaid) [temporarily unable to be located], but now he is found (discovered, not lost any longer, discovered, unearthed). He was dead (deceased) [stiff, six foot under, bereft of life, had joined the choir invisible, had shuffled off this mortal coil, was no longer alive, had ceased to be, was no more, had gone to meet his maker]. But now he is alive (living, breathing, recovered, revived, resurrected, restored) [furnished once more to the land of the living]!’

Tuesday 29 November 2011

Unilexical progression


once a word is used, it may not be used again. Similar to the rule in Just a Minute: no repetition

One day John approached father, asking ‘Please give me my inheritance.’

Pa agreed. The boy took every penny with him, going towards Dissipation City.

Spending freely, Jack made friends (various girls) as they gambled, feasted, drank and revelled in abandonment. Soon all wealth spent; companions disappeared too. Famine struck that land.

Youngster found job tending pigs, longing for their food.

Suddenly, came to his senses. ‘Hirelings at home get three square meals every day. I’ll return, humbled, seeking employment, not sonship, as I’m no longer worthy.

Arising, J travelled.

But while he was still a long way off Farmer saw, ran, kissed, greeted, gifted with shoes, ring, coat. ‘Kill our fatted calf!’

Villagers celebrated.

‘My son previously thought lost; however, is found. Formerly considered dead; presently understood very much alive! Praise God!’

Monday 28 November 2011

Identilexical


putting all the words of the story (Greener grass?into a different order may affect the meaning a little

And when he found him, he ran and was spent… the son came to him.

Celebrated father is killed while worthy shoes demanded his long pods be struck, in no senses. A calf gave his hired coat and a way to a job was a living.

The longer wild pigs knew he was off since he saw money, deciding to be alive and home.

Still lost and a-fatted, the son was tending to ask him to go. ‘Famine took-a my man!’ and inheritance longed to eat his home.

And their left ring called again, ‘This son is dead, he-he-he-he!’

Friday 25 November 2011

The nightmare song


homage to Gilbert & Sullivan’s masterpiece of patter from Iolanthe, which begins When you’re lying awake with a dreadful headache…

When that son calls for cash and means lots of Dad’s stash
He’s just pulling the rug out from under him;
But he cannot say ‘no’ – let the lad freely go –
Still he feels he intended to plunder him.

So he set off next day (went a long way away)
An iniquitous place that’s of ill-repute;
Where he gambled and drank and behaved quite Left Bank
But kept dipping his hand in the bag of loot;

He decided to choose to consume lots more booze
And behaved with a lack of sobriety;
And befriended showgirls (some with ringlets and curls)
Yes! I fear, with untamed impropriety.

Pretty soon trouble hit, when he had to admit
That the cash was all gone and he’s out of luck;
Thus his newly-found mates saw he’s in dire straits
So they all ran away. And then famine struck!

‘Now I’ll have to apply for a job or I’ll die
I don’t care – take an unpleasant gig or three…’
Though the thought put him off, he sat down by a trough
And watched food being slopped in a piggery.

Then his hunger grew strong and he started to long
To eat mouldy old scraps to ease tummy pain;
This thought gave him a fright, then his mind saw the light
And he started think about home again.

‘My old dad feeds his men breakfast, lunch and again
And they rest in his house when the day is done;
So I’ll see if I can / be a humble young man
And work for him – not worthy to be a son.’

So he stood up right soon. Yes! the same afternoon
And went walking home for a week and a day;
But his dad saw his son and he started to run
While the boy was still quite a long way away.

He arrived in a sweat and forgave him his debt
And preceded to give him gifts with a laugh:
‘Here’s a ring and some shoes and a coat you can use
And we’ll party – let’s all eat roast fatted calf!’

So he threw a great feast with the meat of that beast
And invited the folks to eat steak and egg yolks
And fois gras and gateaux, caviar? I don’t know!
And drank mead and red wine ‘bout a glass at a time
And tried cheese and brown bread or with crackers instead.
And a bunch of green grapes. Party games, jolly japes
And the father announced, tearfully, quite pronounced
‘Let us celebrate now he’s restoréd.

Now the thought that had crossed my mind was that he’s lost
But he’s not, I’m astound… Yes, my joy’s quite profound –
I so feared that he really was quite dead!

Thursday 24 November 2011

Abbreviations



only some are true abbreviations

32ad approx, MS (Lk 15, NT, NIV).

10am: ‘HSBC – £££?’ ‘OK.’ ‘TTFN!’

USA? FYROM? NZ? UAE? Q8? GB? USSR? RoW? SPQR? Anon pro tem.

B&B, KFC, BK, McD, K9?, Tesco, M&S, C&A, F&M, QS, J2O, VSOP, OJ, AOC, G&T, IPA
, xxx, girlfs, HIV, AIDS (Dr.), GBH, ASBO (WPC), &c.
NB GDP = AWOL. TSB ATM u/s. SOS!

89kg - 61kg… (FRCP: SARS, BMI=17.2, bp=82/51; FTT

Pppp



 
‘IOU?’
                  
DMs, xxx, mac, RSVPs et al. E & OE

i.e. DNA QED. Piano ff, ‘cello ffff

‘PS: NB Dec’d? No, FAQ… FAB, DV!’

America? Former Yugoslavian Republic of Macedonica? New Zealand? United Arab Emirates? Kuwait? Great Britain? Union of Soviet Socialist Republics? Rest of the World? Ancient Roman Empire (Senatus Populusque Romanus Senate & People of Rome)? Unknown for now
India Pale Ale
Gold Tin Slammer (double vodka with a can of Special Brew, to taste)
Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians: Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome, Body Mass Index (in underweight region), blood pressure (low); Failure To Thrive
Pianissimo possibile: no louder than a whisper

Errors & Omissions Excepted

[7]

RAdio Detection And Ranging

!

[5]


3pm: Radar

inspr.

[4]

)… UB40 - DefCon one - P45… AOK? X

[2]

, 55% abv, GTS

plus contractions and synonyms

Wednesday 23 November 2011

N + 7


Classic Oulipo theory states that if one takes a noted piece of writing and replaces each noun with the one seven places before it in the dictionary (termed N -7), the meaningfuness of the work is reduced. Therefore, logically, the opposite must follow, and when each noun is replaced by the one seven places further on, (N +7), this cannot help but provide random improvement.

The brace demanded his initialism and left the farrier. He spent the mongoose in wilful living.

When fanfare struck, he took a jockey tending pigmentation and longed to eat their poet. He came to his sentence, deciding to go homicide and ask to be a hired mañana, since he knew he was no longer wraith to be called a song.

While he was stimulus a long weakling offering, his fatso saw him, ran to him, gave him a ringside, a cobalt and shofars for his fell. He killed the fatted call and celebrated.

‘This my ladle was lost and is fountain; he was deadlock and is all again!’

Tuesday 22 November 2011

Modern Romance Monthly serial (part two of two)

(continued from page 329) most toothsome smile and accepted the gift of a drink.


‘Why so upset?’ Jack asked, noticing her tissue-dabbing at her moist, blue eyes.

She leaned forward so she could whisper in his ear. ‘My stocks are down again.’

‘Shame,’ he said, brushing Glenda’s cheek with his. ‘Will you lose your shirt?’

‘Mmm, probably. But then it looks like everyone will,’ she said, in a voice so soft that no-one else could hear. She knew Perkins would hate to see her getting friendly with a customer, calling this ‘unprofessional’.

But then, Perkins would hate Glenda getting friendly with anyone who might distract her from doing what he really wanted, which was for her to become extra-friendly with him.
Meanwhile, Jack remembered this feeling; it had been just a few months ago, when Daisy from the next-door farm had been smooching with him at the annual hootenanny. They’d taken a turn around the barn, arm-in-arm, to enjoy the cool night air and one another’s company. But this girl was something different – she lacked the country innocence of Daisy, but had an added frisson of excitement that came with her expressions of warmth and openness.

The night was young and the drinks flowed freely.

Later, Jack and Glenda were found wrapped in each other’s arms, seeking an hotel where their warmth and passions could be sated and their frustrations assuaged.

Chapter Five: Sloppy Seconds

The economic crisis rushed upon the land and happened to arrive just as the last of Jack’s coins followed so many of the others into the coffers of a local restaurant, noted for high-class lobster served in a rich champagne sauce.

‘Is that it?’ Glenda asked, as he turned out the lining of his pockets to show that he really, genuinely was sheckelfree.

‘I am very much afraid that it is,’ he said, sadly.

‘Oh. Oh dear,’ Glenda murmured, as she stood. She took her handbag and coat, kissed Jack gently on the forehead and said ‘See you, loser.’

She was furious at him for promising the world and delivering just a few weeks of outrageous worldliness. Life in the Big City was tougher than she had imagined. She knew in her heart of hearts that she would have preferred not to return to Monobrow Perkins and fulfil his unspoken demands for her to flaunt herself nightly before the paying customers. But, she thought to herself, what choice did she have?

Jack found himself a job, after a lengthy search, at Old Demas’ Piggery, tending hogs.

They were given the most appalling slops to eat, all covered in mould and discarded rubbish. For a country in famine, it was remarkable that even these bits of refuse found their way here, and Old Demas had to settle for what he could get.

After just a short time, Jack began to feel so desperate that he even longed to eat the food the pigs were eating.

‘Oh, woe is me! These pangs wrack my body, which is wasting away and losing muscle tones daily. Surely my life will amount to more than this?’

Will Jack succumb to this desire to satisfy his hunger with pig food? Might he come to his senses and remember the catering arrangements back at Homestead Farm?

Can Glenda ever forgive herself for the shameful way she has treated Jack?

Could Mr Perkins ever discover what has become of Glenda and wangle his way into her affections? Or, failing that, persuade her to be friendly with him?

Will Old Demas’s Piggery survive the economic downturn?

Does Jack’s father die a broken man, or is there any hope of reunion or restitution?

Don’t miss next month’s thrilling final episode of this action-packed romantic drama! 

Monday 21 November 2011

Modern Romance Monthly serial (part one of two)

Episode two: Handsome Jack Holmes has taken his father’s hard-earned money and begun to spend it in far-away Dissipation City.

Meanwhile, warm-hearted but confused Glenda du Pont decided to take the job at the Casino, training to become a croupier under the loathsome and lecherous gaze of monobrow Perkins.

Old Demas’ Piggery is developing nicely, despite the poor economic forecast.

Will Demas recognise that tough times are around the corner?

Can Jack make genuine friends simply by flashing the cash?

Is Glenda going to meet him over the chips while the roulette wheel spins its tinkling refrain?

Now read on…

‘Place your bets, please!’ Glenda’s perfect teeth and fully-hydrated complexion sparkled their magic as Jack approached the roulette table, his large bag of coins in hand.

‘You may change your coins for chips at the booth, sir,’ she said, noting his steely gaze, firm jaw, well-toned abdomen and well-groomed hair. She pursed her ruby-red lips as he smiled and nodded his approval. Was he approving of her eagerness for him to play (and perhaps win?) or was he acknowledging her cultured beauty and wondering how he might make a play (and perhaps win?).

He changed a few shekels and sat at the table. ‘Vingt et un,’ he said, placing three blue chips on 21.

‘That’s on another table, as a rule, sir,’ she smiled, both knowing his reference was not to the card game but to the age of consent, and was a thin-veiled coded expression of warmth and affection.

He touched a chip to his full, soft, tender lips, kissed it gently and added to the others. ‘When you’re ready…’ he said, quietly.

Somehow the bustle and chatter from other gamblers around them began to fade. Glenda could see only Jack, and failed to notice others who were about to place their chips on the playing surface. ‘No more bets, now, she announced, as the ball span freely around and around, circling, ever-circling, then starting to slow and fade and beginning its jumping spiral towards settling on a number…

’21, red, odd, a high number, 2nd dozen, third street, voisins du zero,’ she said, with a smile. If Perkins had happened to glance her way at that moment, he’d be furious at the evident delight she was showing that a punter had made a winning bet with his first attempt. She ought to be stolidly professional about giving away the casino’s wealth, especially when he had placed three – no, four D250 chips , which amounted to a winning value of D35,000.

‘My lucky day,’ said Jack, eyes saying what his heart truly felt at meeting this dazzling beauty, appreciating the look of Glenda’s long fingers, pure skin, full red lips and tumbling tresses, which fell appealingly over her shoulders and in front of her spangly scarlet evening gown.

‘You never know what other luck you might have,’ she muttered to herself, accepting his offer of a cocktail when she finished her shift. ‘I’m about to take a break – I’ll meet you by the bar.’

She smiled as she turned her attention to the other gamblers, having noticed that nasty Perkins hovering nearby, keeping watch over his croupiers that night, as he did every night, especially Glenda.

Jack took one of the tall stools by the bar and ordered two Martinis.

Duties over for a while, she joined him there.

‘Hey, sweets, you want to choose your poison?’ he said, with a twinkle. Coyly, she flashed her (continued on page 330)


to be concluded

Friday 18 November 2011

Dr Who

characters, actors etc from the tv series

‘I’ve checked out hire cars,’ claimed the lad, ‘from Hertz and Avis – on[1]ly £175 one-way to Dissipation City!'

Although at first Rachel Teresa Nellson was petite, not pert, wee[2]kly dinners and drinking sessions soon beefed her up until she became the real McCoy[3]. The boy enjoyed watching Aussie Rules football with Mary, Theresa, Ann, Sarah-Jane[4] and Karen at the MCG.

Ann[5] tried to be disgrace[6]ful, but gave away her upper crust origins (not royalty, but a member of high rank, the aristocracy B). ‘Er, men[7],’ she would say, when she wanted attention. Indeed, with her accent and behaviour she used the incorrect words for Poker, Pot-roast and Labourer by means of this shibboleth: Bridge, Stew, Art[8]isan. Oh dear. She lacked cunning, but with money, she was mostly skilled at spending (all if rey[9]nard-like). The cash was frittered in casinos, restaurants and a minute-mart. Ha[10]d a lot – now nothing.

Eventually, he was out of cash and didn’t have jack[11]. No wonga, no Albanian currency, either – not one Pound, a Lek, s[12]ome lire or an Austrian schilling; that’s right, he had no Spanish gold coins or even gravel… no ecu-shing[13]le.

He ran a white flag up our jacinthe mast. ‘Er[14]ring, I have run out of money.’ Off went all his new-found friends – goodbye Ann, cheerio Mary, aloha RT Nell[15]son, bye Terry!

Nation[16]al famine struck, and he took a job tending pigs. He had to look closely into the trough to n[17]otice that the pods were crawling with amoeba. Ker[18]bing his appetite, he looked again and counted seven, eight, nine cockroaches: yes, ten. ‘N’ ant[19]s, also. He came to his senses. ‘Aha! My[20] dad’s hired men get good food… all I get is hungry, with feeling and a V. Ros[21]ter me to work for you, Dad – that’s what I’ll ask.’

And he arose[22], and went home.

His dad cried out ‘Look! 9[23] miles away, over that hill – could it be?’ He felt more than a little ela[24]ted, to be honest. He ran to him, with kisses to give. He called for a goldsmith[25] to make a ring, and gave him a coat and some shoes to don.

Na[26]vigating everyone back to the farm, the father insisted on an enjo[27]yable time with a bonfire (‘torch wood[28] and roast the calf’) and a few choice aperi[29]tifs. He spoke to the head of the baker[30]y ‘Please provide sandwiches, plus sponge pudding and custard; is[31] it possible also to have those currant-filled cakes known as Eccles?’

‘To n[32]ot have a son is bad;’ he continued ‘to have one who is lost or dead is worse. But the news is good[33] – this my son is found and is alive! Hallelujah – you, O God, brought him back just in time, Lord[34]!’



[1] Peter Davison played 5th Doctor (81-84) 
[2] Jon Pertwee played 3rd Doctor (70-74) [3] Sylvester McCoy played 7th Doctor (87-89, 93, 96) [4] Sarah-Jane Smith companion to 3rd, 4th & 10th Doctors 
[5] Paul McGann played 8th Doctor (96) [6] Ace companion to 7th Doctor [7] Cybermen adversary of all Doctors except 3rd [8] Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart companion to 3rd Doctor [9] Galifrey The Doctor’s home planet [10] Martha Jones companion to 10th Doctor 
[11] Jack Harkness companion to 9th & 10th Doctor [12] Daleks adversary of all Doctors [13] Peter Cushing played The Doctor in the cinema releases Dr Who & the Daleks (1965) and Daleks - Invasion Earth 2150ad (1966) 
[14] The Master adversary to all Doctors except 1st, 2nd, 8th & 9th [15] William Hartnell played 1st Doctor (63-66) 
[16] Terry Nation Screenwriter (various series 1965-2010) [17] Patrick Troughton played 2nd Doctor (66-69) [18] Tom Baker played 4th Doctor (74-81) [19] David Tennant played 9th Doctor (2005-10) [20] Amy Pond companion to 11th Doctor [21] Davros adversary of 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 9th, 10th Doctors 
[22] Rose Tyler companion to 9th & 10th Doctor 
[23] K9 companion to 4th Doctor [24] Leela companion to 4th Doctor [25] Matt Smith played 11th Doctor (2010-present) 
[26] Donna Noble companion to 10th Doctor [27] Jo Grant companion to 3rd Doctor 28 Torchwood Spin-off show (anagram of Doctor Who) [29] Peri Brown companion to 5th & 6th Doctors [30] Colin Baker played 6th Doctor (84-86) [31] TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimensions In Space) space-time vehicle 
[32] Christopher Eccleston played 9th Doctor (2005) [33] Ood Alien race confronted by 10th Doctor [34] Time Lord status of all Doctors