• A SAD GREY
• Having been away from home on a 3 month stint I discovered that all colours except Black and White had disappeared. All shades were gone. This appeared to my eye to provide a dingy outlook while this pallete was used. The implied cry to ” come in the waters fine” was to my mind not helpful. The particular waters at the time being distinctly undesirable.
• It caused me to question. “If colour be only skin deep then why too near the bone to mention”
• “Might be in deep water here thinks Smith“

• HIS PINK SATCHEL
• “The concerned mother calls from outside the bus.
• No!! Not one of them
• Just one of us.“
• Sensible was quite proud of this, his first poem, but as he stood back from it a bit he could see the equally distraught mother of the schools’ geek standing 10 metres to the right. There’s a thought muttered Smith
• “Best get a look before you leap”

This came to mind when considering the unlikely alliteration “Realty Reality”

 The day had not been a good one. The software, written the night before, had led the machine to do things that were inconceivable to Smith the night before but undeniable today.  Having had a few drinks he was in maudlin mood, not helped by his spotting within minutes the programming error that had eluded him all day. 

Missing wife and family he wonders whether the reason, that this travelling job was done primarily to support them, was really just a pretence to indulge in some sort of Meccano like pastime.

The next day the testing site was closed and as he wandered through Walmart’s he saw, in the record section, a  disc;  J. Ray’s  “Yes I’m the great pretender”.  It was a favourite of his wife’s in the past and reflected his previous mood. He had it gift wrapped and sent off home

On arrival home some weeks later; the test successfully completed; he found that the disc had not been met with enthusiasm; quite the reverse in fact. He had not realised that the “B” side contained a version of  ”What did Delaware boys”

His unfortunate enquiry’s answer, as to the reception of the said disc, was definitely indicative of the mood engendered by the recipient. In fact the term Texas Tart was included.  One might think that this sorry tale ends with ”And The Rest Is History” but no,   Smith felt that, under the circumstances, the error geographical was less important than that implied to him, and decided on the “two sides to every story”  approach with the possibility of shared humour.  After all he thought

“It’s not all about Location”

This came to mind when considering the unlikely alliteration “realty reality”

Sensible goes back a lifetime to see the comedian mimicking the parent “you stand there with your knickers all torn and say you found the sixpence”. the audience sniggers.

He moves a lifetime ahead and sees the young historian’s review of all three parts

“What a shame a young man’s redemption sold for sexpence” is said with a wry smile.

there’s a thought mutters Smith. 

“They’re allowed room for a view”

THIS WAS BROUUGHT TO MIND WHEN THERE WAS YET ANOTHER DEBATE ATTACKING THE CIGARETTE INDUSTRY WHICH HAD PROVIDED CAREER AND PENSION.

Smith was in the bathroom but had given up his Pavarotti daydream due to the particularly unkind remarks of Jones his neighbour two houses down. Instead he had taken to imagined interviews with the great and the good. They all knew him by name of course and he bathed in the reflected glory.

“I say” he said to the great man “do you dislike Blacks“. Only for a very short time was there any hint of tension before he replied; “Certainly, Sensible old man, almost as much as I dislike Whites”. Smith thought the word “almost” quite Churchillian for the  great man to show his humanity in this way. The locals, of course, thought it quite Mandellian 

There’s a thought muttered Smith
“Labels are bad for your health”