You're forgetting, or trying to forget, Roger McGough.
You're forgetting, or trying to forget, Roger McGough.
That reminds me of a student I had who asked to write his end-of-term essay on Paseo by Jose Donoso. I read the story and thought, this kid must have very hidden depths, so I said he could.
Then I read his essay and realized he knew fuck all about the story. I already knew he knew even less about how to write. Not a…
Too late for in person, but he did record it, and the BBC has it. I heard it not too long ago—and it's fantastic.
Where in Bay Ridge? I'm from Dyker Heights, so I will have a general idea of the environs.
And, Heaney recorded his Beowulf—they ought to get the CD or whatever and play it over a couple of nights. It's really good.
Mickey Dolenz has an Afro-mullet.
I love a man in cuneiform.
He moved onto the next plane—that would have been a happy thing.
And perhaps live to regret it.
You wouldn't say that to Roger Moore.
I thought Gamora was a giant turtle or something.
With Lynda Carter, Wonder Woman was the Big Two.
Bullshit. He's very tall. I'm in.
Why, thank you.
cheffette?
Grill him, Bobbo.
Things I found out yesterday:
It's possible to do the Heimlich maneuver on yourself on a low concrete wall if you're desperate enough.
When the stuck bit of food comes out, it's more like throwing up than shooting something out of a dart gun.
Afterwards, you feel like someone has been punching you, and it hurts.
It's…
It's not a pun; it's wordplay.
Is this the one where he's impaled by a swordfish?
I'd give some of the credit for the bankruptcy to Afghanistan. Something we really, really should have learned.