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All that is POSH…I love it / I love it not / I love it / I love it not / BUT I love it!

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This is Maude with Annie, her servant

My love/hate relationship with all that is posh, takes another twisty turn

The score was 4 up for posh

1. For the very posh lady on ‘Masterchef’ who drooled out this corker; shortly after ingesting a piece of sea bass with something very odd piled on top of it

“What a saaaaad end, to a once noble, piece of fish”

2. For Maude, the even posher lady who works in Sainsbury’s over the road, who called through an SOS on her bouncer styleeee head-gear, to boldly utter this classic phrase

“Stephen, its Maude, there’s a crisis on juice” (It’s the accent)

3. My doctor is ‘landed-gentry styleee posh’; and when I visit him, it is always my aim to make him laugh; mainly because he is so posh, he actually does that upper class scoff thing…it’s his actual laugh ;)! Like instead of laughing they…well…sort of scoff, I don’t know how else to describe this joyous little cultural phenomena of the very wealthy. Also, I love that he doesn’t move his top lip. Further observation showed, neither does anyone else from the upper echelons of our strange little society…and Read the rest of this entry

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Writing Challenge Number 2 (2012) – Mediums – ‘But mostly, he wishes…’

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333 words to be precise

You may or may not know that I have a boss/pimp who allocates me writing tasks every so often. (these can be found on Dawny’s Mini Seriessssss page).

Well; this job has led to another task that I’ve invented, as a naturally formed sideline…

Due to my inability to be succinct!

Welcome to Dawny’s Mediums!

Whenever I try to write a short, and I start getting too far away from my word limit. (as I just did) I’m gonna make it a medium, and as its my 33rd year and I’m obsessed with the number 3, the rules are, (like the shorts) each must tell a story with a point. But instead of 50 words, they must all be exactly 333 words…

Here’s my 1st shot at a medium.

But mostly, he wishes…

He was just 5; when he saw a slum for the first time; and he was a sensitive boy, his Dad could see in his eyes long before the tears, that it had hit him hard. His eyes welled up, as he stared at these people who looked just like him, and he wondered

What were they doing standing on the rubbish? Why were they living in houses like this?

His Daddy said “Don’t worry son, you’ll never have to see this place again”

And he didn’t. On their further trips to Mumbai, his Dad made sure he didn’t travel that route ever again, he never forgot their first visit, and they were very close.

The whole family made the effort to get together, and they were so pleased to see each other. They smiled and exchanged tales. Aadesh thought it would be a nice gesture for them all to cook and bring a dish from their childhood, one of the many their aunty used to make with them; when they visited her in the holidays. There were so many nieces and nephews, they all toasted ‘Aunty’ as they shared their dishes around. Seated in the Concorde, for it’s ‘flight finale’. Read the rest of this entry