Watch this, as I hoist from its sublunar obscurity in the Comments Crate this observation from R. upon Bird Imperilment And Pig Terror:
Â I would greatly like to acquire a pneumatic belligerometer, (not least because it would serve as such a handsome source of anagrams such as
Barometric legume penlite,
Beagle courtier implement,
Cremation temple beguiler,
Electable meringue import,
Emblematic leering troupe,
Enigmatic petroleum rebel,
Geometrical perineum belt,
Globule empire remittance,
Immutable ogre percentile,
Impermeable ingot lecture,
Memorable eugenic triplet,
Metabolic eremite plunger,
Mincemeat bilge poulterer,
Molecular beeping emitter,
Nebulae piglet micrometer,
Noticeable glum perimeter,
Piecemeal mongrel tribute,
Plebeian telecommuter rig,
Pliable morgue centimeter,
Polemical brunette regime,
Renegotiable lime crumpet,
Republican grime omelette,
Telegenic pubertal memoir,
Temper guillotine embrace,
Tolerable genetic premium
etc) … can Mr Key perhaps advise about a source? I have a feeling the answer will be Hubermanâ€™s â€¦ in which case, some link to an online â€™store locatorâ€™ would be helpful.
I may have mentioned before my view that R. was born a few hundred years too late, and would clearly have been a prime candidate for the post of Royal Anagrammatist at the court of Louis XIV, or possibly Louis XVI. I always get them mixed up, unlike the earlier Frankish kings, with whose doings I am frighteningly familiar. Whether XIV or XVI, Louis did indeed employ someone to devise anagrams for the purpose of foretelling the future and bringing arcana to light. R., too, may have foretold the future, in the sense that any or all of the above phrases may spark some fizz in Mr Key’s cranium, resulting in a piece of sensible prose. Watch this space.
The last I heard, Huberman’s sold off their dwindling supply of pneumatic belligerometers to a passing pedlar, who careens along the lanes of some godforsaken part of the country in an unregistered ice cream van. Hail it to a halt, and he might sell one to you.
The presence of ‘Renegotiable lime crumpet’ and ‘Republican grime omelette’ makes one wonder whether anyone has ever managed an entire restaurant menu out of one string of anagrams.
Whilst we all ponder that, I think I’ll have the lime crumpet (not before I’ve reopened discussions regarding the precise texture of the base).
>an entire restaurant menu out of one string of anagrams.
We recommend the Boatmen grill (emetic puree), or you could Embrace gourmet lentil pie. Incomplete legume rarebit is good at the moment, followed by the Electable meringue import. Ignore impermeable cutlet (out of season).
I’ll definitely embrace gourmet lentil pie. I guess you’ve run out of the famous Grebe Eclair on Mute Limpet?
Unhappily so; but can I tempt you with the Mole-buttering meal recipe?
I’ll have it all, but more egret mince pie
(anything to take my mind off the alarming Lemming teepee-lubricator)
Should anybody consider stopping my iced bovine lactate refreshment vending vehicle I’d just like to let them know ‘we’re out of flakes…’
(Buttered Moles are off…)