Jonathan Swift |
Last Thursday night saw the monthly gathering of The Meath Writers' Circle pass without incident though the dreaded word rehearsal was used on more than one occasion. What was pass remarkable, or past remarking on was the rain, and in between the tea and the prawn sandwiches and the minutes of other meetings someone sneezed and it was agreed upon that an agreed definition might be open to interpretation if the National Broadcaster came down. That said, talk turned to the rain and the sound of nibs sharpening and the poisoned wells and that it was necessary to scotch the rumour that this year's event would consist of a series of multiple choice questions for the hard of hearing and would anyone be willing to represent the group at the annual wreath laying ceremony at the grave of the "others". Nervous glances all around. Outside the rain was bucketing down!
1 comment:
Thanks for the comment Anonymous, but tend towards Diogenes and off the hemlock, they can drink it themselves!
FM.
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