Martin Amis tries to tell a joke:
A crapulous English Keith, seeking the blood-gush of low-life crashes a bar. The darts, the quiz machine, the quiddity, the stuff of man misery. Of course Philip Larkin was pulling the pints, who else?
He finished his drink and left.
A crapulous English Keith, seeking the blood-gush of low-life crashes a bar. The darts, the quiz machine, the quiddity, the stuff of man misery. Of course Philip Larkin was pulling the pints, who else?
He finished his drink and left.
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Bison Sexhorn, Now With ActionVision™️
[David Foster Wallace tries to tell a joke]
An Englishman¹, Irishman², and a Scotsman³ walk into a bar...
¹ In the 1800s, the notion of Englishness underwent somewhat of a revival...
²When I was ten° tears old,
³ Golf, as a sport, has always struck me as particularly perverse
°Age, of course,
An Englishman¹, Irishman², and a Scotsman³ walk into a bar...
¹ In the 1800s, the notion of Englishness underwent somewhat of a revival...
²When I was ten° tears old,
³ Golf, as a sport, has always struck me as particularly perverse
°Age, of course,
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