Friday, November 17, 2006

Birdbaby

My nephew, who is autistic, picked up an egg one day and said 'Birdbaby'. What beautiful poetry, all in one word.
At the dinner table, I asked him to please pass the tomato ketchup.
'NO', he bellowed, 'NOT BY THE HAIR ON MY CHINNY-CHIN-CHIN!
I can't remember who had hair on their chinny-chin-chin or which fairy tale it came from, but we almost choked on our chips!
Below is a link to Bobby Moore's article on The Slits- I'll try to html it later but sometimes the software on Blogger can't cope with more than one line, so it might just nbe better to paste it into your address bar if you want to have a look:
http://www.thewestgeorgian.com/media/storage/paper523/news/2006
/11/15/ArtsAndEntertainment/the-
Slits-2459140.shtml?norewrite200611150049&sourcedomain
=www.thewestgeorgian.com

1 comment:

Unknown said...

It's one of the pigs saying how he won't open the door to the wolf outside.... so he huffs, and he puffs, and he bloooooows the house down! :)