Yesterday, I awoke with the following thought in what passes for my head:
"And now, Linton Kwesi Johnson will read his celebrated poem 'Mama weer orl kwesi now'."
Today, I woke up thinking:
"Next week, the Guardian's Palestinian film festival will continue with a screening of 'Rabbi-Proof Fence'."
This may or may not be linked to the following factors:
1) I've had to start work at 7am every day this week.
2) Mrs Byard is not far off spawning our second changeling, and thoughtfully rouses me at 2am most nights with a plaintive cry of "IVEGOTCRAMPIVEGOTCRAMPAAAAAAAARGH!" and demanding massages with Singapore's most pungent unguents.
3) Compulsive punning may be linked to brain damage. I'm now doing it in my sleep.
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At moments like this I like to comfort myself by singing "Onamo 'namo", Montenegro's precocious Eurovision Song Contest entry from 1875:
http://users.net.yu/~arakovic/onamo.mp3
There, over there... I see Prizren!
Trampled by horses' hooves cries out Jug:
I'll dull my sabre's edge on
The ribs of the Turks.
Cheery sentiments, and generous of spirit.
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