|A selfie taken by Mr 17 in Trafalgar Square, London.|
Here I am, at the end of the blogging challenge and faced with your svelte slinky shape what can I come up with. Zilch. Zero. Nada.
When I first made my list of things I planned to write about, Zelda Fitzgerald was to be the inspiration. But she got lost somewhere along the way. She and all the other planned topics. All my high-brow educated-reader-me topics came crashing down to earth under the amorphous jelly-like mass of my tendency to leave everything creative till the eleventh hour then just give in to whatever wafts through my less than well organised brain. Well, that and my second-guessing and anxiety about what I had on the list. I'm shit at lists. I really am. I write them. And then I either lose them or ignore them.
I thought about Zebra... but the wildebeest got in first and stole their thunder.
Then I played with the notion of Zig and Zag, but that was going to degenerate into an angry rant about a pair of clowns (not figurative clowns, actual painted-face silly-hat clowns whose motto was 'Nooooooo trouble' ). It would have ended up with me hating on them because one turned out to be a contemptible decidedly unfunny deviate who reinforced everything nasty anyone ever thought about clowns... shudder.
And I toyed with the notion of Zealots, but that kind of brought me back to grammar. Which in turn led me to want to share this with you.
One of my absolute favourite cartoons:
|Copyright The Rut, July 15, 2008|
Anyway, huZZah for letter Zed being the end.