Eye Eye! -- RUTH LEIGH
Today I’m being silly. My blog is the equivalent of an unexpected cream horn, or a Fruit Shrewsbury with a nice cup of tea, or a toasted cheese sandwich with home made chutney. Something which I trust will give you a warm glow and a bit of a chuckle in the face of increasingly worrying news on the world stage.
I can absolutely guarantee that you will not learn anything about writing technique or the Oxford Comma or marketing strategies for the self-published, or anything else about which we writers often pontificate. I am simply going to share some Funny Stuff with you.
You’re welcome.
This blog is coming to you from the Palace of Creativity (see photo), my lovely writing studio in the garden. I share the Palace with an elderly armchair for visitors, a bookcase full of research volumes, whiteboards with my 'To Do' lists written upon them and two neat piles of boxes containing my books, The Diary of Isabella M Smugge and The Trials of Isabella M Smugge. Now they’re doing no one any good sitting here with me in the Palace. They need to get out there and find new homes. I get a steady stream of orders from eager Smugge-ers, but as I am now a full-time writer, I have taken the bull by the horns and booked myself on to a number of events around East Anglia this year.
Last week, Mr Leigh and I attended a craft fair on the outskirts of Ipswich. We sold some books, made some new friends and networked like crazy people. Yesterday, we were at Eye Town Hall, and again, it was a most successful day.
Which brings me to the point of this blog.
Eye. What a great name for a town. For those of you who aren’t familiar with it, it’s located close to the border with Norfolk. It’s got a ruined eleventh century castle, more listed buildings than Lavenham (and believe me, that’s saying something), a Grade One listed parish church and lots of little independent shops. Its name is thought to come from the Old English word for “land by water.”
That being so, having a town like Eye up the road tickled my creative fancy. Mr Leigh and I amused ourselves by working out what the shops on the High Street should be called. It was a rich vein of creativity which took us through the set up (humping a huge box of books and props up the steps of the imposing Town Hall) to the quiet bits in between chatting and selling books.
Here then is Eye High Street, as imagined
by us, shop by shop.
Optician. Eye Eye
Wedding dress shop. Eye Do
Greengrocers. Eye Pod
Stationers. Eye Pad
Ferry Company. Eye Liner
Posh art gallery. Eye Brow
Car show room. Eye Kia
Sweet shop. Eye Candy
Record shop. Eye Tunes
Dominatrix (if there is one. I have no proof).
Eye Lash
Outerwear emporium. Eye Mac
Telephone exchange. Eye Phone
Shop selling playing cards. Eye Deal
Game butcher. Eye Deer
The Laundrette. Eye Wash
The local solicitor. Eye Will
The tea rooms. Eye Tea
Those were all the ones we could come up with, but I’d love to hear your ideas (or Eye Deers).
100% silly today, but sometimes we need to take five minutes to remember what it is that makes us human and to have a laugh. I hope this made you chuckle.
Eye Did.
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Shop selling Roman antiques- Eye Claudius 👁
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