At the end of the dinner party for musicians with obscure instruments, the guests took it in turns to wow their fellow eccentrics with presentations and demonstrations. ‘I have a zither!’ said one. ‘A loophonium!’ said another. ‘A boxstrop!’ ‘A theremin!’ ‘Ho-hum,’ said Montgomery Ficus, the most eccentric of the eccentrics, to each of these …
Tummy flipping woozles, doozy, dippy as a giddy kid tripping over light beams, clouds; they’re all silvered today. Sky floating, I am with sunny fingers reaching in and strumming strings of heart-shaped harp in doof doof time: fly higher, skim blue air in a swoop – I’m brimming, bubbling, overflowing. Whizzbang super day it is! …
Years ago, I attended a de Bono DATT (Direct Attention Thinking Tools) course, hopeful for lateral ways to solve problems but without really knowing what to expect. As an exercise, we were given a comic-strip picture, with five minutes to speculate in writing about what it could mean. I was the only participant to use …
