Bitch on the Blog

March 2, 2012

Gone fishing

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 18:42
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Whilst never spoiled for choice to erode any subject, please do throw me a morsel. Hook me.

I will take the bait. Whether you’ll reel in the catch is another matter.




  1. Are you waiting with baited breath, chum?

    Comment by The Old Fossil — March 2, 2012 @ 18:46 | Reply

    • Not this minute, Fossil. I am flossing. Breathing through my nose.


      Comment by Ursula — March 2, 2012 @ 18:55 | Reply

      • PS Old Fossil, in the spirit of GM’s truly splendid offering today: You are not floundering before Magpie has caught his late worm, are you?


        Comment by Ursula — March 2, 2012 @ 19:15 | Reply

  2. My sole porpoise in being here is to cod.

    Comment by wisewebwoman — March 2, 2012 @ 23:58 | Reply

    • Thank you, WWW, so happy to have you at my plaice. Like most flat fish underrated. Unless your soul is hanging off Dover..It’s awful: GM has put my mind on a rod of no return. Next we’ll be on Crayfish. Not easy to come by these days.

      Yes, WWW, have taken note of your comments on various blogs for a considerable time. Often leaving me to nod in agreement. Which is good though a shame because agreeing with anyone does no end of damage to my reputation.

      Hope to see you here again.


      Comment by Ursula — March 4, 2012 @ 15:20 | Reply

  3. Interesting proposition – will take the bait, but may not be hooked.
    I like it.

    Comment by blackwatertown — March 3, 2012 @ 00:00 | Reply

  4. I have to wonder, who is doing the fishing here, luring others in and possibly netting them? Since I am puzzled (as always) by your riddles, I’ll nibble a little and hope I can avoid the hook. Consider this old saying:

    “Love conquers all.”

    Tell me, truth, or is it a Red Herring?

    Food for thought.

    All wet.


    Comment by Phil — March 3, 2012 @ 14:56 | Reply

    • You are too suspicious, Phil. Luring others in and netting them? Moi? Signore must have have had bad cockles for breakfast.

      If your premise that love conquers all is true then I am the god’s (Eros) love child. Give me an arrow and I’ll knock you dead. Which rather defeats the purpose but is most satisfactory (laboursaving that is) in the long run.

      No, Phil, it was not a Red Herring. It was a Green Herring. Giving you the light. You know how in the olden days the teacher comes in, chalks up three themes on the blackboard. You may choose one. And have three hours. Or five. Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. You spend two minutes on deciding which of the options is the least annoying, you then spend thirty minutes thinking about it, then you start writing. Then you hand in your results. Then you forget all about it. Which makes it so much more of a surprise when you get it back. Marked.

      As one of my many asides: I always thought it so clever of teachers to set us tests. If they wanted silence why not opt to be traffic wardens (no one wants to talk to you) or a prison guard (everyone will be afraid of you) – and neither demands much mental effort. Only joking. I loved school. Not only to get me out of the house.


      Comment by Ursula — March 4, 2012 @ 10:07 | Reply

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