This chap came out of the box with his little feather toupée stuck on.
Omelette, Prince of Denmark.To beat or not to beat?
(Use every meringue after his dessert and who would 'scape whipping?)
ELECTION DAY
6 hours ago
Monday, November 24, 2008
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a long drawn-out dis-believing oooh !
I think you have out Tristaned Tristan.
oops wrong indentity
Smiling here.
Featherhead.
Excellent! I needed laugh!
A true artist. A cold egg the price paid for self-expression. Looks like half a dozen actors who've been cast as Hercule Poirot.
Fab!
Having just spent unconscienceably long farting about writing on a photo, I'm reassured to see you obviously spent even longer drawing on an egg :-)
Ha ha ha! You're funny Lucy..
You're mixing up your Shakespeare, Lucy! But I like the take on egg imagery in the bard's plays. There's a touch - just a touch - of Simon Callow about the face.
I played 1st Murderer in 'Macbeth' when I was at college. "What, you egg! Young fry of treachery." The knife went in on 'fry'. Loved it as only an 18-year-old sans kids could.
Thanks all.
Funnily enogh I though of Tristan when I did it! So glad he dropped by...
The egg is uncooked, hence the feather still adhering. He is still on the kitchen counter and I have become so besotted with his soulful expression I can't bring myself to break him. Tom suggested very hardboiling and keeping him, but you that would be silly. For a start the feather would drop off.
I think I may have been unconsciously inspired by Hercule P.,BB.
Dave K- there now, I deliberately avoided anything involving egg-cellent or egg-cess!
Dick - yes I did know they were from two different tragedies, but the 'what you egg!' line came into my head the moment I took him out of the box,and was just too good to go unused, whereas the Hamlet resemblance only struck me when I'd put his little collar on and put him in the black egg cup, and to me he does look so soliloquising and filled with melancholy.
That's really quite a horrible scene in Macbeth, of course, as was very well conveyed in the Polanski film (which is also noteworthy in that it has Keith Chegwin in it as Fleance, but that's quite another horror...), but as you say, as a teenager one can enjoy the stagey Jacobean violence and blood and thunder somewhat unthinkingly. I'm sure your young victim thoroughly enjoyed dying hammily anyway. (Ham and egg!)
haha you are silly.
I thought it looked like Hercule Poirot too but then I think that of anyone with a twirly whirly moustache.
I hope you didn't eat him after that! i dont think I could.
Et in Arcadia ego.
So clever! This could be another money-spinner for you, Lucy. (Sorry to mention money so often, but I am just too sunk into reading about the dire state of our economies.)
His mother, his barber, his wife, his daughter...all despaired his flighty hair. But everyone who ever met him always remarked: "He is a good ol' egg."
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