Daily Prompt: Meagre

15-dec-2017

A very meagre display for tonight’s setting sun – but I took a picture anyway πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Meagre

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Daily Prompt: Legend

I used to work in Central London, which meant taking the Central Line from Leytonstone to Oxford Circus every morning during rush hour. It was neither a pleasant nor comfortable journey (being squeezed in like sardines in an unventilated elongated tin can) even on good days when everything ran smoothly, but passing through Bethnal Green station always made me smile whenever a certain platform announcer was on shift.

He didn’t really say anything different than any other announcer, it was more the friendly, cheerful, smiley way he said it – and his wonderful sing-song ‘Mind de dooaaahhhss…!’ chilled everyone out.

It seems that lots of other regular commuters shared my opinion, because at some point someone created a Facebook page called ‘The Announcer at Bethnal Green Station is a Legend’, and someone else even created a Soundcloud recording of one of his everyday announcements. I stopped commuting regularly on this journey after changing jobs several years ago now, and it seems he no longer works there, but I still smile at the memory of my favourite legendary announcer every time I pass through Bethnal Green station… πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Legend

Daily Prompt: Theory

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Oh, how I wish I could tell in advance which blog posts would generate the most interest! Sometimes it feels like the more time I spend drafting and carefully crafting a post, the less interaction it initiates. Yet at other times I’ll write a quick quip, off the cuff in five minutes flat, and it simply flies.

Those posts including images definitely seem to draw most viewings, no matter what the written content. But it doesn’t always follow that those images I’m happiest with are necessarily the most popular – often a quick candid snap with my mediocre smartphone gets as many ‘likes’ as my most prized photographic masterpiece.

So I guess it goes to show there’s no rhyme nor reason to blogging at times – readers and viewers like what they like, and simply switch off from the stuff that doesn’t interest them. We all have our own preferences, our own pet hates, our own real world lives inevitably affecting our virtual viewing choices.

The answer would seem to be just to blog about whatever you want, whenever you want, regardless of anticipated audience interaction. Be happy with your own output, and everything else will flow and follow on freely from that. Well, that’s my theory anyway, and I’m sticking with it πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Theory

Daily Prompt: Elegance

I’m not a bad cook by any standards, but somehow my version of any given food dish never looks neat and tidy once put on the plate. None of this minimal bite-sized fiddly delicate artistic presentation for me. If I had to find a food-description genre to fit my cooking it would probably be ‘rustic’.

My food offerings inevitably overflow all around the edges, voluptous portions that are heartily satisfying in taste and texture. I particularly love thick creamy sauces and rich gravies poured generously over juicy cuts of meat and chunky vegetables served on solid, robust plates. Edible it may be, but elegant it is not πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Elegance

Oblique

Oooh what fun, Linda has given us partial word ‘liqu’ to use for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, and today’s Daily Prompt word is ‘degree’ so I thought – hmmm… how can I link them together in one post?

Degrees made me think of angles, of being acute or obtuse or right angles, and then I thought of things neither being parallel or at right angles to each other but oblique – and suddenly I’ve linked both words, so will stop while the going’s good… πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Patina

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Hmmm… When is scuffed and chipped paint considered ‘patina’, and when is it simply an ongoing lack of care and maintenance due to abandonment? Well, the answer may well depend on where things are situated.

In a trendy, shabby-chic East London pub where odd bits and pieces of old junk are put together in some kind of carefully affected random run-down effect, it seems patina is all, andΒ like this old radiator the scruffier the better…

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Yet this old Walls ice-cream tin and very old cupboard door, sitting waiting for creative inspiration in my dad’s junk corner next to his garden shed, in terms of patina both in ‘original condition’ and so hot on trend, are in his mind just that – junk! πŸ™‚

Daily Prompt: Patina

Daily Prompt: Snippet

Working in a pub as I do, I often overhear the weirdest snippets of conversation as I serve food or pick up empty glasses from the tables. People tend not to notice waiting staff – or if they notice us, they simply ignore us and carry on talking – especially after a few alcoholic drinks.

Here are a few examples: –

Two young women drinking cocktails in the beer garden, one loudly lamenting a disappointing encounter with a young man: ‘I mean, I don’t know why he had to be such an arrogant dick, it’s not like his dad’s royalty or something, is it?’ ‘Well, actually, I think his dad is a Sultan or something.’ ‘Oh, right… Well he’s still a dick anyway!’

Smart young man, suited and booted, to his equally well-dressed mate: ‘Nah, sorry I’m not allowed to go near there any more. (Undecipherable name) got me done for GBH and took out a restraining order on me, so I have to steer clear…’

Four elderly women (in their late 80s and early 90s) who regularly meet up for lunch every Friday: ‘Just cos she’s a lesbian, it doesn’t mean she didn’t want to have kids. So she got married, cos there was no turkey basters in them days. Well, not for that, anyway…’

Dapper elderly gentleman to his companion: ‘I never even knew what oral sex was til Annie showed me…’ and as I put his food down on the table he added with a cheeky grin ‘…but that was years ago, of course!’

Daily Prompt: Snippet