Z is for Zilch...Zero...Zippity-doo-dah

A selfie taken by Mr 17 in Trafalgar Square, London.

Dear Letter Zed
Here I am, at the end of the blogging challenge and faced with your svelte slinky shape what can I come up with. Zilch. Zero. Nada. 

When I first made my list of things I planned to write about, Zelda Fitzgerald was to be the inspiration. But she got lost somewhere along the way. She and all the other planned topics. All my high-brow educated-reader-me topics came crashing down to earth under the amorphous jelly-like mass of my tendency to leave everything creative till the eleventh hour then just give in to whatever wafts through my less than well organised brain. Well, that and my second-guessing and anxiety about what I had on the list. I'm shit at lists. I really am. I write them. And then I either lose them or ignore them.

I thought about Zebra... but the wildebeest got in first and stole their thunder.
Then I played with the notion of Zig and Zag, but that was going to degenerate into an angry rant about a pair of clowns (not figurative clowns, actual painted-face silly-hat clowns whose motto was 'Nooooooo trouble' ). It would have ended up with me hating on them because one turned out to be a contemptible  decidedly unfunny deviate who reinforced everything nasty anyone ever thought about clowns... shudder. 

And I toyed with the notion of Zealots, but that kind of brought me back to grammar. Which in turn led me to want to share this with you.
One of my absolute favourite cartoons:

Copyright The Rut, July 15, 2008 

So here I am, at the end of the challenge with nothing to say except HuZZah... (See what I did there!? I could have made a corny gag about going to catch some ZZzzzzz's but I resisted the impulse... almost...)
Anyway, huZZah for letter Zed being the end.
W

Song of the Day: Because nobody who knows me well can believe I got through 26 daily songs without one from the grand-poobah of all Australian singer-songwriters, Paul Kelly. But OMG which one to choose? His songs are my soundtrack. I cannot count how many times I've seen PK with his various bands perform since that first time in 1979... but it's never enough. I went to his A-Z collection to try to choose a song and got even more confused. Too many. So I'm just going to go start with a fave ballad ( recorded live recently) and then go back to my pub-music days (and his) for a toe-tapper...

They Thought I was Asleep

Leaps and Bounds ... for the uninitiated, this is an Aussie classic about my home town Melbourne ( the skyline and roadways have changed just a tad since this was filmed nearly 30 years ago) ...Oh, and if you don't like the songs, it's safest not to mention it. I will hold it against you. I can be a total bitch like that.

 

Question of the Day: What now??