Leprechauns are pretty puckish personalities with oodles of wit, charm, and charisma, (all of which I possess in spades, clubs, diamonds and hearts come to think of it). That’s why I’m so confident that I’ll have no difficulty in meeting one and getting the low-down on how to join this Crazy Celtic Club.
One of my favorite pastimes in Victoria, (a former colonial outpost on the tip of Vancouver Island in British Columbia, Canada), is high tea at the “Empress Hotel”. The only thing that’s missing are colorful companions like The Mad Hatter, Humpty Dumpty, Big Bird or The Cross-Eyed Gnome.
Bearing the burden of wearing a majestic moniker like “Victoria” all my life, it seems only appropriate to host a gathering of like-named people in a capital city that proudly displays “Victoria” on every tacky tourist t-shirt in town.
Satan’s Kingdom has to be a whole lot friendlier than Hell, (Michigan), Hell Hollow (New Hamshire), Purgatory (North Carolina), or those two hot spots Hell’s Kitchen and Hell Hole Palms (California).
Some people wait at the train station for their ship to come in, while others spend their time in more fruitful endeavours such as keeping track of the history of the Galaxy including where the Grebulons came from and exactly what it was they wanted, or why anyone would name their planet “Arkintoofle Minor” when there was no “Arkintoofle Major”.
Having a strong taste for margaritas, tequila sunrises, and Harvey Wallbangers, I feel the expand my repertoire of ripsnorting things to do with my hands besides twiddling my thumbs while waiting for someone to pour me another cocktail.
For someone who’s been skating on thin ice most of her life, it’s high time I learned to walk on water…which is a darn sight safer than walking on hot coals!
I’ve always wanted to wear a motar-board (aka dunce cap), a black flowing gown, and have something really ridiculous to hang on my throne room door.
Doing something odd at the dinner table is something one should do before one dies, and eating toothpaste for one’s supper seems like something that might fit that bill very nicely.
Tiddlywinks is not for the faint of heart. It’s a pugnacious parlour game…one that requires great patience, digital dexterity, and strategy, not to mention the ability to blitz, bomb, and boondock with aplomb, ease and grace.
In a world that revolves around “time”, there are some who spend a lot of it “waiting for Godot”, and then there are some who prefer to lollygag about by watching grass grow or paint dry, plus sniffing the odd rose or two, and sipping a glass of “Goats Do Roam” white wine…which reminds me what time is it?
Have you seen a heffalump perchance? Heffalumps are elusive creatures that have been given a bad rap by storytellers everywhere. I’m told they only appear when invited by friendly folks with fractured funnybones who know how to frolic in the hollyfuds and have fun.
Meeting merry munchkins is good for one’s health and state of mind especially in a world filled with big cheeses, head honchos, not to mention for too many so-and-so’s.
