Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Fin de siecle
"You know, they test the parents on what modules we took, at graduation," I said into the phone."Yeah, right," my Dad said.
"Seriously, so get practising."
"Well, you did English..."
"That's more of an umbrella term for what I did."
"Yes. Okay, you did English literature," he said.
"Well done."
"I think I may have to do a Google search the night before."
"And what would you search for, exactly?" I said.
"Well, English. And if that didn't work, I'd try modules."
"Seriously, name one."
"Shakespeare."
"Okay but that one's easy."
"Wait," he said. "Something's coming. Hardy!"
"Hardy and..."
"... And..."
"End of nineteenth century. Drama."
"Hardy..."
"He said daft things all the time."
"Hmm...."
"Gay?"
"Hardy and..."
My Dad panicked.
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by billygean.co.uk at 10:29 PM |
2 Comments:
Hardy and...Scottish Wilde Kittens? Something something...
Don't forget your safety pin ;o)
See you tomorrow!
Scottish Wilde Kittens sounds apt. Dad just informed me that Tony and Gwyneth had got married.
Gilly
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