You know what’s working bells? The phrase “that’s working bells, that is”. These days, it’s actually hard to find a phrase or idiom that hasn’t had the word “bells” inserted somewhere to get it right on the fashions.
In case you’re having trouble keeping up, here’s some of the most commonly-belled phrases around.
|Situation||What to say|
|Not wanting to talk about something||“We’ll ring that bell when we come to it.”|
|Something has happened suddenly||“That’s like a bell from the blue!”|
|Taking risks||“Fortune favours the bells.”|
|Blaming poor work on others||“It’s a poor workman who blames his bells.”|
|Understand the situation||“I know which way the wind is belling.”|
|A good thing that seemed bad at first||“That’s a belling in disguise.”|
|There’s a cost to doing something||“You can’t make an omelette without going bells.”|
|It’s up to you to take the next step||“The bell’s in your court!”|
|Something is unexpectedly positive||“That’s a belling in disguise.”|
|Not noticing how long something has lasted because you’re enjoying yourself||“Time flies when you’re going bells!”|
I watched the sky with a tear in my eye, the kitty hawk in full flight. A gorgeous view, my legs askew, she soared across the night. I followed her close, my words verbose, a beacon of fur and claws. She deftly swooped and almost scooped the mouse king in her jaws. He pushed away, in fits of dismay, desperate to escape. There was no luck, as all it took was a tiny tear in his cape. The king he fell and I heard the bell, it was all over now. Applause, commotion, fierce devotion; a curtsy and a bow.
Here is a sign on the London Tubular Railway offering information to drivers.
Thankfully, when my train arrived, the driver disregarded this advice.
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Here’s a challenge that none of us will be able to resist.
You know what to do. You have the words. You can also use any other word you like, as long as the other words are no longer than four letters long. I also choose to permit the words “scintillate”, “bigamy” and “washing machine”.
There will be a prize. Probably.
There’s been huge excitement across the Beans Network since the Seagull Competition was launched, and rightly so. Collating the entries, producing a shortlist and selecting a winner has taken a bit longer than expected, because of the difficulties of tracking down the exact seagull that was photographed in Llandudno in 2017 and then getting it to pay some attention to the competition entries.
Right now we have the seagull tagged, and all the entries laid out neatly on the pier, and we’re waiting for it to fly back down to a bag of chips we’ve enticingly dumped on the floor so we can get it to pick a winner.
Read More: Seagull Competition: Entries »
Just because I am about to ruin everything by injecting a healthy dose of sleaze into the Beans doesn’t mean that I still cannot occasionally touch upon things of a more mature calibre. Last year I was out on a wander and I came across such a beautiful image that, as well as engraining it deep within my soul, I took a picture to capture the elegance.
It is so wonderful that I am hoping to submit it in the CEWE Photo Award 2019. Why should I keep it all to myself when this kind of gift should be shared with the world?
So, musing on all of this, I concocted a poem to express how I feel. It will never come close to truly expressing the warmth and pulchritude of it all but I hope to appeases all of you (i.e. Chris) for now:
Soggy hoop, fragile loop,
Can you feel the rain?
Moistened crisp, kissed with this,
Are you still the same?
Hold you near, disappear,
Never to exist.
Gone are you, gone anew,
Seasoned in the mist.
The other day Ian sent me a text asking something about the new Beans editor, and I didn’t know the answer without having the editor in front of me to fiddle with. What I needed was a new post with some words in it. So I opened the Beans, made a new post, and started typing some nonsense to fill up the screen.
I just closed it when I’d seen what I needed to see, but next time I came here, my nonsense was still there, faithfully saved for me by the kindly Beans. At first I thought that was just because of some kind of auto-save function, but then I read it and realised: no. This was no automatic save. The Beans had seen what I had typed and recognised it for what it was. Sheer poetry. It calls to mind the most uplifting words in the English language. So, rather than keep it to myself, I have chosen to publish the words I wrote below, so that you can enjoy them too.
I have chosen to title this, simply, “Untitled”.
Rum te tum
Boo be doo
Lal la laaa
Hoo be hoo
Rum pum pum