The elephant in the room
There is an expression that has been grossly overused for the last while.
“The elephant in the room.”
Now I don’t know who coined this irritating cliché, but he [or she] should be shot, preferably with an elephant gun.
But why do I mention it now, you ask? Well, probably you don’t but I like to think I give rise to intelligent debate and discourse. Leastwise, I do have a reason.
Sir Fartzalott arrives here occasionally. For those of you who maybe haven’t bothered reading this in recent times, Sir Fartzalott is the youngest of the grandkids.
He is a lovely kid with a solemn face and a strange sense of humour. He has a couple of activities that he indulges in when he comes here. One is to press every button and switch every switch he can lay his hands on which leads to some interesting surprises, such as music suddenly blaring out at around a hundred watts.
His other activity is picking things up and transporting them. He loves playing with my old collection of Dinky and Matchbox toys which are all well over fifty years old. I have grown used to seeing little cars in the strangest of places I would find an old Ford truck on the toilet cistern or a Massy Fergusson tractor in the coal scuttle and know exactly how they got there.
He was here a couple of days ago, and found our elephants. They are two little hand carved and highly polished African elephants and I have had them for donkey’s years [or elephant’s years?]. One of them ended up on the table in the kitchen, but the other is nowhere to be seen. For once, Sir Fartzalott has me baffled.
So if you do happen to find an elephant in the room, could you let me know?
I miss him.
Hopefully the little ‘un has’nt swallowed the elephant. Its amazing what the little buggers can ingest.
I think theres an exhibition in Dublin somewhere on the items extracted surgically from peoples’ stomachs/bodies. Some of the stuff people swallowed, ugh!
I was going to suggest that the clue might be in the little fella’s name ..
But Slab beat me to it .. 😉
It’s a small elephant but not that small. I think we would know too if he were taking a dump! It brings a tear to my eye even thinking about it.
You been feeding him Farley’s Tusks again. Ouch! Where’s that old queen Anita Harris today?
Found it! GD.
The little bugger let the air out and shoved it under the sofa. I guess he was making farting noises with it as the air was expelled, great fun ya know.
Found the Elephant in the room….
The government led by Enda Kenny of Fine Gael is doing everything it can to stop a referendum, because the answer the voters would most probably give is a No (the Irish are fed up with the EU/ECB/IMF team known as ‘the Germans’ occupying their finance department).”
– Mary Ellen Synon for the Mail Online
opps I should read things more carefully….didn’t realise u meant the rugrat (granddiekiddie), I’m sure he’ll be okay….
Slab – There has to be an elephant/steamroller joke there somewhere? Where do you manage to find all these strange images?
Jan M – Great stuff! That may be a little off-topic but it cheered me a lot!
You should not have published this information. Going back through past records you have not paid your taxes and fees on all those vehicles. I also have a feeling there will be a retroactive elephant tax.
We’ll have Less of the “old” you young sheepbutt fucker.