Its beginning to seem to me that all the Fun is being sucked out of this world via the medium of TV and the absolute so-and-sos who appear on it in their grey suits and navy blue suits and pin stripe suits day after day and tell us that the world is going to ***. So it is with great pleasure that I have found time to crack on with the wonderful corner of fun which we call the Friday Fictioneers. Hosted by the Queen of flash fiction, Rochelle, with a photo taken by her today too; the idea is to write a story or piece of prose or a poem with a beginning, middle and an end.
This is what I try to do every week, I used to try to be funny but these days are pretty bleak it has to be said, so in a turn up for the books, i’m going to have a go, so, as usual;
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
(This may be the Ying to last weeks Yang)
Owl and the Pea-Green boat gone; Pussycat fell into the Funk-Hole.
Unpicked Quince trees, barrels of salt harvested from desalinated seawater before stumbling upon the freshwater waterfall, a small lemon grove.
Then she found the jar; fermented quince in liquid. She tasted it; Yuk!
But with nothing better to do other than stare out of the window wistfully
Take a slice of lemon, a gram of salt and a shot of Quince…
Snort up all the salt…
“Uuuggghhhh”
Squeeze the lemon into your eye…
“Oowww”
And down the Quince drink…
“Gawd thats awful”
How she missed that Twisty Headed Owl
Well its 100 words and based on a drink I had last year called suicide tequila, happy days!
The Count Of North Clifton 
Desparate times when you have to snort up the salt with a shot of Quince. I think I used to do this with Tequila, salt on the rim of the glass (I think), down in one and suck on a wedge of lime. (I think.) My memory has never been the same since I finished the Jose Cuervo, (I think.)
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Usually tequila is lick the salt, drink the tequila then chew the lemon or lime. Suicide tequila taught to me by an ex senior police chap, snort the salt squirt the lemon in the eyes and then the drink is the last of your worries
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Yes! Lick Shoot Bite! 😉
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You really partook of that? I hope this was artistic licence
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Yep I did it, was invigorating even more so as the bloke who taught me was retired from a pretty high spot in the Met!!
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Dear Shrawley,
Snorting salt. No thanks. I got a snootful off it swimming in the Dead Sea. That’s one that hits the top of the pain charts. Broken relationships are hard to bear, even for the Owl and the Pussycat.
Come by my place…I went light this week, so you might find something to cheer you up. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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nothing better to do other than stare out of the window wistfully.. the answer is blowing in the spawn of frogs ..
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Cheers!
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Well, first day the pubs are allowed to open again, I know what I’m asking for!
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Wouldn’t that be a thing! Suicide tequilas sweeping the nation!!
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What nonsense.
I love it!
Next round’s on me…
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For some reason which I don’t. understand, this put me in mind of ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe, etc. Jabberwocky, by Louis Carroll.
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Awww… they are meant to get together now! Without that oh-so-awful shot, thank you very much!
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Nope.. fermented quince might be OK… but snorting salt is not good.
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Suicide tequila! Yeah, I don’t think so. Fun to read about though!
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Cheers! Hope the pussycat sees happy days again.
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