Hektor left all this as a comment on the contact page, despite me asking that people mail them instead. However, I will not only forgive Hektor but extend to him my gratitude because he’s squeezed out a fully-formed nugget of tragi-tainment. I present it, unadulterated, below.
I was alone, at home, around Easter, last year, and, naturally, when the phone rang, I picked it up.
It was my brother-in-law, who, - I knew, - was on holiday, with my sister, in South Africa! They phoned home, regularly, but, what made this call, so special, was, the fact, that, as I was TALKING to him, my brother in law, was, apparently, “TAKING A STROLL”, - at the TOP of TABLE MOUNTAIN!
He bought me a copy of all the photographs, that he took, as proof! Fantastic shots, they ARE, too!
STEVE HOLMES, Sutton-in-Ashfield, United Kingdom
Whatever next, a carriage moving, without horses?
Where is the most inappropriate place I’ve ever heard a phone ring? At a flute recital. Nobody answered it, so it went on and on ringing, while the flautist bravely went on playing. Afterwards it turned out that it was her own phone. It was in her handbag, which she had left on a nearby chair when she stood up to play.
Anna Lowenstein, Palestrina, Italy
A flute recital. Is nothing sacred?
3 Responses to “Hektor’s Haul”
so THAT’s where all the commas have gone.
The comma really is an under-appreciated aspect of written English, isn’t it?
You know, I do sort of wonder if the first bumwank was using “TAKING A STROLL AT THE TOP OF TABLE MOUNTAIN” to imply his brother-in-law had his missus bent over the table while he gave her a good shunting up the cocoa flue.
Though when he said “Photos” I did reconsider… then I re-reconsidered.