Stone me, I always did like a bit of the terpsichorean muse (spelled wrongly no doubt as my aspirations outstrip me ability to type)... I loved this, mostly because I had Tony Hancock's voice in my head throughout. Incidentally, did you misspend your youth in Walthamstow Market as it once was, as that trader's patter was too 1970's and too accurate for mere invention! Cracking stuff
I can see what you mean by Tony Hancock's voice! The market patter was gleaned from years of listening to those people: pur entertainment! Not specifically Walthamstow market, but definitely Shepherds Bush and Petticoat Lane. 🤣🤣
That market voice has changed. I was down Walthamstow market last week for the first time in years and the estuary and east London accent has changed over time, and there are a lot of south Asian and eastern European stallholders whose approach and patter is obviously different. And yet... I've been working in Ilford recently and they have a market still. On Friday I heard a bloke selling dodgy perfume whose patter and accent were pure old school. He was about my age, which accounts for it. It was pure nostalgia, though the Charlie I got the wife brought her out in a terrible rash...
Oh, Terry, this is wonderful! You just get better and better. Those opening lines of existential pain were perfect! I loved it. And these are absolutely priceless:
"... the inchoate, incoherent and imbecilic inscriptions of those writers whose aspirations outstrip their abilities..."
"My psychic powers appear to have temporarily deserted me."
"You’d have to make a cheque out to the wife, because I’m not allowed to take money."
"Those writers whose aspirations outstrip their abilities" are everywhere. Luckily, your readers need not be bereft, as your writing is dependably consistent as is your publishing of the same. 😁
Looking forward to take offs of your variations on a theme.. and take-offs on take-offs..
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Stone me, I always did like a bit of the terpsichorean muse (spelled wrongly no doubt as my aspirations outstrip me ability to type)... I loved this, mostly because I had Tony Hancock's voice in my head throughout. Incidentally, did you misspend your youth in Walthamstow Market as it once was, as that trader's patter was too 1970's and too accurate for mere invention! Cracking stuff
I can see what you mean by Tony Hancock's voice! The market patter was gleaned from years of listening to those people: pur entertainment! Not specifically Walthamstow market, but definitely Shepherds Bush and Petticoat Lane. 🤣🤣
That market voice has changed. I was down Walthamstow market last week for the first time in years and the estuary and east London accent has changed over time, and there are a lot of south Asian and eastern European stallholders whose approach and patter is obviously different. And yet... I've been working in Ilford recently and they have a market still. On Friday I heard a bloke selling dodgy perfume whose patter and accent were pure old school. He was about my age, which accounts for it. It was pure nostalgia, though the Charlie I got the wife brought her out in a terrible rash...
Every time I think to myself "I don't know how he does it." Yet, time and again, you manage to do it. Clever, witty, original! Bravo, Terry.
Hahaha! Thanks very much, Nathan. 😁
HAHAHAhahahaha!!!
"unlike most other people in this den of disease"
"I don't know that one."
"shopping list as a poem"
What a delightful experiment this one turned out to be.
🤣 Thanks, Elizabeth. Glad you enjoyed it. 😁
Oh, Terry, this is wonderful! You just get better and better. Those opening lines of existential pain were perfect! I loved it. And these are absolutely priceless:
"... the inchoate, incoherent and imbecilic inscriptions of those writers whose aspirations outstrip their abilities..."
"My psychic powers appear to have temporarily deserted me."
"You’d have to make a cheque out to the wife, because I’m not allowed to take money."
"Now push me away." "I do so with reluctance. "
🤣 Thanks very much, Sharron!
Bravo, Sir Terry!
Thanks very much, Jim! 😁
Waiting for Freedman....
😂 I am clearly Beckett's heir!
ha ha ha
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"Those writers whose aspirations outstrip their abilities" are everywhere. Luckily, your readers need not be bereft, as your writing is dependably consistent as is your publishing of the same. 😁
Oh, so kind, Mary. Thank you. Aw shucks. 😇
When are the auditions? I want to play Fred! My Cockney’s not bad for a Yank…
🤣 Don't call us...
I want to play the nurse. I have always wanted to play a nurse.
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