Our duo of Chris’s, famous for their workshops, came up with a neat idea for this one. They laid out 10 quotations from various notables, reaching from LP Hartley to Goering and taking in Mrs Patrick Campbell on the way. So, a fair old range to send us on our writing way. A few of the group decided to use more than one quote, and a couple went for broke and used them all. Just have to have the occasional clever clogs, don’t you?!
I’ve copied them below so you’ll be able to join in the fun. And, of course, fun there was, a’plenty.
- A highbrow is the kind of person who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso.
- Let’s find out what everyone is doing and then stop everyone from doing it.
- People must not do things for fun. We are not here to have fun. There is no reference to fun in any Act of Parliament.
- The trouble with nude dancing is that not everything stops when the music stops.
- The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.
- As there is use in medicine for poison, so the world cannot move without rogues.
- I’m out of a job. London wants flappers, and I can’t flap.
- Guns will make us powerful, butter will only make us fat.
- Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing, – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
- I don’t enjoy my public obligations. I was not made to cut ribbons and kiss babies.
The second quote inspired everything from cocaine snorting (topical at the moment!) to a suggestion that we don’t need governments (also rather topical), another that McDonalds and KFC would benefit from using silver cutlery and a rousing description of a family with 13 children. The third quote brought about a delightfully salacious one involving a very dubious member of the moral police.
Number seven was very popular, involving, as you might expect, quite a few birds. Everything from pigeons to penguins flapped across our imaginations, mostly, as one writer put it, not dancing but gliding! Number one stimulated a soliloquy which turned out to be a wonderful send up of surrealism. Number eight sketched a picture of the Gothic quarter of Bexhill, labouring under a police state with tanks in Tesco’s car park. And number nine inspired several more relaxing pieces, including one starring the owl and pussy cat, and another punting on a gondola under the moon.
And you will probably have guessed that there was considerable hilarity with number four and a certain amount of lese majestie involved with number 10. Every quote was used at least once, and although we had a mere 20 minutes to scrawl our masterpieces, prose or poetry, there wasn’t a dull one there. Well done everyone, especially Chris and Chris – you did good.
Back at Tesco next week for the penultimate reading week of term, the optional theme: That isn’t a dog, it’s a …
See you there. Sally