WTF Monday

After last week's ærial toilet tomfoolery, here's another one.

We found this in Bloomsbury.
Phil foolishly stood underneath and looked up.

500 Words XLIII - This Week's Sentence

Get your Empire-line frocks on, and watch out for rakes in too-tight regency trousers, for this week's sentence is taken from Emily Brontë's 'Wuthering Heights' (I defy you not to start singing the Kate Bush version).

The sentence is:

'The minute after, she had sidled to him, and was sticking primroses in his plate of porridge.'

You know the rules. Go get Gothic with it.

500 Words XLII - Story Time

This week's sentence was from H. G. Wells' classic, 'The War Of The Worlds.'

The sentence was:

'There was something fungoid in the oily brown skin, something in the clumsy deliberation of the tedious movements unspeakably nasty.'

Vanda has come up with a doozy of a tale this week and has not only incorporated this week's sentence but a past week's as well:

Vanda's 'Bowl Of Dust'

John Steinbeck meets Todd Browning in an awesome and beautifully written story. A real slice of American history that I love from the first line to the last.
I really hope we hear more from Sam and his 'family.'

The only other story this week (so far) is:

Dive's 'Beach Blanket Blitzkrieg'

Off to the beach for some holiday romance. Eww. I've become Mills and Boon.

Next sentence tomorrow. The usual rules apply.

Let's Go Racing (Again)!

So off we toddle to Snetterton for a rather special Lotus racing day. Yay!

Say hi to the usual suspects: Sharon, Deb (hiding), Phil, Bethany and Mikey.

This is what we're here to see:
Sixty years of Lotus Grand Prix racing cars getting together for some fun.

From the oldest racers …

To the newest ones …

Some porn …

Some classic racing (these are current Lotus F1 drivers Jarno Trulli and Heikki Kovalainen really giving it some stick)

Er … Whoops!

Some thrills …

Some spills …

Some sex (this is Nick's glorious Lotus 7)

A bit of nose-picking …

And a spot of Grand Theft Auto from Deb and Phil.
Actually they got roped in to help push the vintage Grand Prix cars to the start line.
Sorry, guys, but you can't keep it.

A thoroughly splendid day.

WTF Monday

Caught short at Snetterton motor racing circuit?

You'd better get your climbing gear on.

500 Words XLII - This Week's Sentence

I confess to rather liking this week's sentence. It is from H. G. Wells' classic, 'The War Of The Worlds.'

The sentence is:

'There was something fungoid in the oily brown skin, something in the clumsy deliberation of the tedious movements unspeakably nasty.'

You know the rules. Have fun and get messy.

500 Words XLI - Story Time

This week's sentence was from Graham Greene's 'Our Man In Havana.'

It was: 'Wormold felt an enormous bewilderment.'

Just the one story again this week, unless any come in later.

Dive's 'Wormold Makes A Choice'

And I thoroughly agree with him. But then I would, as I wrote him.

Tomorrow's sentence is a fun one, if anyone fancies having a go.

Woohoo! Vanda has just rushed in with an awesome story:

Vanda's 'The Man Who Was Out Of Sync.'

I just love everything about this. Read and enjoy!

WTF Monday - Sweaty Special

Ah, those crazy Japanese and their delightful take on the English language.
I've always loved their car names: the Mazda Bongo Friendee, the Honda Vamos Hobio Travel Dog, the Mitsubishi Guts, Isuzu's Mysterious Utility Wizard and Giga 20 Light Dump and of course the Daihatsu Naked, to name but a few.

Pocari is a huge brand in Japan and if you're marketing an isotonic drink for athletes, what else would you call it but … er … "Sweat?"
It actually tastes like a slightly bland sprite in case anyone wants a sip.

500 Words XLI - This Week's Sentence

This week's sentence (especially for Vanda) is from Graham Greene's 'Our Man In Havana.'

It is: 'Wormold felt an enormous bewilderment.'

Stop giggling at what an enormous bewilderment might look - or indeed feel - like and get writing.
The usual rules apply.

Enjoy!

500 Words XL - Story Time

This week's sentence was taken from John le Carré's short story, 'Call For The Dead.'

It was: 'Miss Adam herself dispensed the nastiest coffee south of Manchester and spoke of her customers as "My Friends".'

Just the one story this week (so far):

Dive's 'Disappointment And Ketchup'

Back in real life (well some of it, anyway) with a tale of mist-shrouded marshes and squelchy stuff underfoot.

Next sentence tomorrow; a special request from Vanda.