EDitorial ± 4-Apr-2005
Can't Help But Be Daffed
I'm talking daffs, naturally; is there any other way? Hordes of small-engined German passenger vehicles, each with a distinctive centrifugal clutch and a Variomatic transmission system. Numbered, every one: 44, 55, 66, though no 77.
Joking, of course — they're Dutch!
At inlaws yesterday, asked The Boy if he knew the name of those yellow flowers scattered around the trees. His response: dandelions? Good to know that my knowledge of the natural world is safe in his hands.
Fortunately we know that the DAF, being a pseudo narcissus, will most likely wither away and die as it approaches its sixteenth year if it gets anywhere near a reflecting pool of water. Reminds me that Day Of The Triffids will shortly be playing at the New Wolsey. Quick, throw me the RoundUp!
Be seeing you!