tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post116008873588907454..comments2024-03-28T09:37:34.133+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: Clunk!Yorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1160249531535995282006-10-07T20:32:00.000+01:002006-10-07T20:32:00.000+01:00Sure you hadn't put the 'fluence on her, YP? ;)Sure you hadn't put the 'fluence on her, YP? ;)Jennytchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13621488409334115930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1160167294815713422006-10-06T21:41:00.000+01:002006-10-06T21:41:00.000+01:00Arthur, Frankly I don't know how anyone could go a...Arthur, Frankly I don't know how anyone could go about teaching the Hardly Readable to anybody, let alone an oik with a disinclination to learn anything at all. Anyone attempting to do so deserves a medal; just don't tell Anyone I said so.Enyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06134003802259042031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1160163033735696142006-10-06T20:30:00.000+01:002006-10-06T20:30:00.000+01:00I secretly snickered for you, York. Sometimes kar...I secretly snickered for you, York. Sometimes karma shows her face in the most unlikely places. Clunk...perhaps you should make that her new nickname - the girl, not karma ;)Hazedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00993258575129632255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1160150632552139262006-10-06T17:03:00.000+01:002006-10-06T17:03:00.000+01:00BeforeI opened my mouthI noticed them sitting ther...Before<BR/>I opened my mouth<BR/>I noticed them sitting there<BR/>as orderly as frozen fish<BR/>in a package.<BR/><BR/>Slowly water began to fill the room<BR/>though I did not notice it<BR/>till it reached<BR/>my ears<BR/><BR/>and then I heard the sounds<BR/>of fish in an aquarium<BR/>and I knew that though I had<BR/>tried to drown them<BR/>with my words<BR/>that they had only opened up<BR/>like gills for them<BR/>and let me in.<BR/><BR/>Together we swam around the room<BR/>like thirty tails whacking words<BR/>till the bell rang<BR/><BR/>puncturing<BR/>a hole in the door<BR/><BR/>where we all leaked out<BR/><BR/>They went to another class<BR/>I suppose and I home<BR/><BR/>where Queen Elizabeth<BR/>my cat met me<BR/>and licked my fins<BR/>till they were hands again.<BR/><BR/>D. C. BerryBy Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13354290886936308105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1160128734138747732006-10-06T10:58:00.000+01:002006-10-06T10:58:00.000+01:00I don't know how you go about teaching Thomas hard...I don't know how you go about teaching Thomas hardy, whoever he is, to such pupils Mr Pudding but whether it be through the power of the prose or the force of your west country brogue you are obviously having some effect on these youngsters. I just hope you aren't up on a health and safety charge for this. <BR/><BR/>I admit that a whole flood of memories of english teachers attempting accents has come into my head, and you are personally to blame sir for my now being unable to shake my former RP speaking velvet jacketed teacher ( who we all thought has surely turned up at the wrong school on his first day and never realised his mistake) reading 'tell me about the wabbits lenny' in coloquialial depresson era american from my head. These things effect your head long after the bruises have subsidedArthur Clewleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09899298157515419564noreply@blogger.com