Literati! Seen here is the staff at A Word with You Press saluting The Editor-inChief (Moi, not shown) Diane Cresswell stopped by the towers today to pay her respects. I asked her to bring marshmallows and help me find my fiddle. And she was good enough to take Mike Stang’s trophy that was gathering dust …
Literati! Seen here is the staff at A Word with You Press saluting The Editor-inChief (Moi, not shown)
I asked her to bring marshmallows and help me find my fiddle. And she was good enough to take Mike Stang’s trophy that was gathering dust and promised to send it to him.
All is chaos here at the Towers, as we wind down, but rest assured that the site will continue even though we are losing our clubhouse. You still have until the tenth of June to compete in our Wing Nuts contest!
Diane has submitted her second entry. The title is my sediments eggsactly.
Can’t, Won’t And Don’t Have To Grow Up!
by Diane Cresswell
Looking into the mirror at the images of the patrons behind me regrettably did personify a decidedly warped version of Peter Pan!!! A harebrained idea of coming dressed as their personal favorite childhood hero took off like wildfire, but who would have thought that the drunken nitwits with swilled brain cells would all come dressed as Peter Pan or Captain Hook!!! Even scarier were the ladies as grotesque versions of Tinkerbell. I knew this much, if one of them went down, I was not going to clap my hands to bring them back to life!
A long swallow of my gin and tonic definitely helped to soften the horror. Shaking my head, I quietly slurred out words to Mr. Barrie. “Do you see what you have created here? You and your boys who never wanted to grow up are in my bar!!!
“I know my dear woman. It is a bit of a sodding sight to see these plonkers wearing green tights attempting to fly to the second star on the right. Daunting really. They don’t even know the rules of the game!”
“You’re no help at all!”
“My apologies ma’am… toddling off now. Carry on!” He elegantly faded out.
“Boss, I need help! Otherwise I’ll just have to wing it.”
My bouncer, all 250 pounds of him was dressed in green tights, green tunic and boots, stared at me with fear in his eyes!
“Sorry Cowboy we’re fresh out of fairy dust!”
Not all wishes are granted, nor does everyone have a happy thought, and it’s debatable if one can fly!!!! Maybe if you have a broom, a dragon, a flying carpet, a bottle of Jameson whiskey, or fairy dust. I’ll meet you there – second star on the right and on till morning.