That looks more like a cat flap than a dog collar in the first illustration...But I grant you, Victorians may have pronounced 'girl' closer to 'gull', and girlie-girls are able to bore anyone to death. However, the convoluted machinations of your grey cells have, on this occasion, totally flummoxed me. I plead vacant lot syndrome... You can knock on the door all you like, but there's no one at home.
Hey, jinksy, I was counting on you to come up with the answer! I got as far as dog-collar (aka as cat flap) and goring (boring) and bull (gull) but no further. Then, I never have been good at crosswords . . . flummoxed!
It's got to be Reverend William Archibald Spooner, surely? But I can't tell what the top picture is, so I'm basing that entirely on the bored to death by a gull/ gored to death by a bull spoonerism so I could be tarking up the wrong bree..
Boken Briro . . . it is indeed the Speverend Rilliam Wooner! Bien fait! Your drink tokens are on the way. The top picture is a cat-flap - obviously the Reverend's favourite head wear . . .
I think I must have been imbibing without knowing it. All these comments on a blog which I'm constantly being told doesn't exist is harming my last shreds of sanity...
Thank you for stopping by. To make life easier for you I have turned off the new indecipherable and time-wasting verification words. Would you care to "feedback" to Blogger and complain about them, like I did?
That looks more like a cat flap than a dog collar in the first illustration...But I grant you, Victorians may have pronounced 'girl' closer to 'gull', and girlie-girls are able to bore anyone to death. However, the convoluted machinations of your grey cells have, on this occasion, totally flummoxed me. I plead vacant lot syndrome... You can knock on the door all you like, but there's no one at home.
ReplyDeleteHey, jinksy, I was counting on you to come up with the answer! I got as far as dog-collar (aka as cat flap) and goring (boring) and bull (gull) but no further. Then, I never have been good at crosswords . . . flummoxed!
ReplyDeleteOh jabblog . . .you are so close!
ReplyDeleteRegards
Ada Teliis.
It's got to be Reverend William Archibald Spooner, surely? But I can't tell what the top picture is, so I'm basing that entirely on the bored to death by a gull/ gored to death by a bull spoonerism so I could be tarking up the wrong bree..
ReplyDeleteBoken Briro . . . it is indeed the Speverend Rilliam Wooner! Bien fait! Your drink tokens are on the way. The top picture is a cat-flap - obviously the Reverend's favourite head wear . . .
ReplyDeleteThank you Jinksy, for 'vacant lot syndrome'. There is no better term to describe the state I was in yesterday.
ReplyDeleteDeb . . . sounds like either you're back in Provence jetlagged or back on the Vin Ordinaire back in Provence . .
ReplyDeleteBTW . . . I know I didn't comment on your Canada visit posts . . . but I thought they were great reading. Thank you.
Cheers! Ta for the virtual drinks vouchers - I am now virtually drunk! (But not as drunk as some thinkle peep I am)
ReplyDeletebb . . the drinks vouchers are REAL! Just help yourself from out of the picture
ReplyDeleteI think I must have been imbibing without knowing it. All these comments on a blog which I'm constantly being told doesn't exist is harming my last shreds of sanity...
ReplyDeleteSorry, ARE plural not IS singular. You can tell how bad things are...
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