Showing posts with label Joe Cornish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joe Cornish. Show all posts

Monday, 20 December 2021

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 20th December, 2021.

20th December, 2021.


Did you notice it’s Monday … ?

You possibly had.

I definitely had!

It’s a Monday: in the week leading up to Christmas Day.

I’ve wrapped most of my presents: bar one.

And, frankly, that’s going to get done, today: along side a few videos.

I’ve ALSO got to admit: I get paid on Thursday.

I’ve got to go to Chelmsford, that day: so I’ve been frantically checking that the places I need to visit on Christmas Eve, will be.

I don’t know about you, but I still need to shop!

Christmas, hey?

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Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s been caught — metaphorically — with his pants down.

He and a group of friends were snapped — last May, in the height of Lockdown — having a drinks do in the back garden of №10.

That’s Boris, bottom right.


№10 says it’s a work meeting.

It’s not like any I’ve been to!

In the interests of balance?

I have to mention Piers Corbyn: brother of former Labour leader, Jeremy Corbyn.

He’s been arrested: for what he calls ‘direct action’ … but what the BBC calls Arson.

Against MPs: or their offices, at least.

Can I make a suggestion to Mr Corbyn?   It’s something Mr Johnson may wish to pay attention to.

If you don’t want to be arrested for this sort of thing, don’t do it on camera.

Or, to quote an old saying?

If you don’t want the time, don’t do the crime.

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Monday, 24 June 2019

The Kid Who Would Be King — A Review

24th June, 2019.


It’s got to be said … I think I’ve had a bad day, today.

With news, last night, about my Uncle Brian’s death … 

And news this morning, that my Aunty Bella had died.

Which was the death that really twanged:  it’s only a few months ago we’d seen him.

So it seemed … not to be quite so painful.

That’s me, speaking for myself.

Bella’s death, on the other hand … ?

Hurts.

It’s been a while since we’d seen her: and arranging time to go down to Kent, to do so … ?



Seemed to take forever.

There was always a wrong time.

Until, of course, it’s to late … 

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That has left me … 

Well, flummoxed … is possibly the wrong word.

Shocked … ?

Glum … ?



Possibly the word needed here, is glum.

Certainly — for now — in need of a lift.

I’d done gloomy, last night.

And seriously fancied something light and fluffy.

Hmmm … 

Joe Cornish’s The Kid Who Would Be King seemed to be something that would fill a hole.

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