The Itchy Arse Of Fame #writephoto

Posted on Oct 12, 2019 by TanGental

The Sphinx sat, as it had done for centuries, eying the horizon with a jaundiced eye. Which, he thought was rather appropriate given the puss-yellow cloud of sand that anyone with half a brain could see massing on the far horizon.

He’d been around long enough to know that anthropomorphising the weather would get him the square root of nowhere but, bloody hell, if this didn’t happen again and a-bloody-gain. He’d just recovered from the last scouring, been dug out of the resulting dune by willing if less than thoughtful archaeologists and wouldn’t you know it a bit of low pressure and another bugger of a blast was readying itself to repeat the punishment. It wasn’t as if he needed to exfoliate, was it? So could you blame him for ascribing a malevolent intention to each recurring sand storm?

As always happened he began to feel the urge to turn slowly and imperceptibly so that the smallest part of him faced the on-rushing tumult. He knew from countless other batterings that he’d just have lined himself up when the first psychotic granules would pummel his nethers wearing down his resistance and filling his rear orifice with yet more sharp custard-coloured dust.

Maybe, he pondered with a misanthropic sigh, he was called the Sphinx because the part of his form that needed the most restoration was his serially abused sphincter.

Or maybe he wondered as tonnes of microscopic stone shrapnel ripped across his bows, his name came from the moronic team who’d thought it such a good idea to put one such as he in an effing desert in the first place. After all they had to be a bunch of complete arseholes, didn’t they?

The Sphinx folded his front paws, tucked in his chin and closed his eyes. Who’d be famous, eh?

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About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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31 Responses to The Itchy Arse Of Fame #writephoto

  1. Sue Vincent says:
    Oct 12, 2019 at 12:55 pm

    Always wanted to see the Sphinx… now I’m almost glad it never happened 😉

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  2. robertawrites235681907 says:
    Oct 12, 2019 at 1:04 pm

    Very entertaining story, Geoff.

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  3. Ritu says:
    Oct 12, 2019 at 1:07 pm

    His Geoffleship is back!

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  4. Rosaliene Bacchus says:
    Oct 12, 2019 at 6:22 pm

    Missed your posts, Geoff! Sounds like you’ve been busy taking in the scenery out in the Egyptian desert.

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  5. JT Twissel says:
    Oct 12, 2019 at 8:10 pm

    Hum, contemplating life as a Sphinx hey? And finding out it ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

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  6. John W. Howell says:
    Oct 12, 2019 at 8:20 pm

    Enjoyed it, Geoff.

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  7. willowdot21 says:
    Oct 13, 2019 at 11:07 am

    Brilliant Geoff, you never cease to amaze and entertain. 💜

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  8. derrickjknight says:
    Oct 13, 2019 at 11:19 am

    /Users/derrickknight/Desktop/s-l1600.jpg

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  9. derrickjknight says:
    Oct 13, 2019 at 11:22 am

    I don’t think I’ve done this properly, but https://www.google.co.uk/search?source=hp&ei=QPmiXeb-HoKLlwS40aDICA&q=tennis+girl+poster&oq=tennis+girl&gs_l=psy-ab.1.0.0l10.1916.6485..9691…0.0..0.123.799.10j1……0….1..gws-wiz…….0i131.K_4GJ4JZLjE
    might be better

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  10. Gary A Wilson says:
    Oct 13, 2019 at 2:19 pm

    The simple image of a/the sphinx contemplating anthropomorphising the weather just cracks me up. And again, another phrase I want to steal away – getting someone the square root of nowhere. . .
    Wonderful stuff Geoff.
    Welcome back. I have a used, but damp warm towel here somewhere with your name on it.

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  11. Elizabeth says:
    Oct 14, 2019 at 8:59 pm

    Have you seen the demise of the New Hampshire Old Man of the Mountain? It came to mind reading this.

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  13. Alethea Kehas says:
    Oct 15, 2019 at 3:58 pm

    A delightful read. You had me at the title 😉

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  14. jenanita01 says:
    Oct 15, 2019 at 7:37 pm

    Interesting piece…

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  16. D. Wallace Peach says:
    Oct 15, 2019 at 10:51 pm

    The poor sphinx. With global warming, he’s going to have to hold his cheeks tight together for a few more millennia. Great story, Geoff.

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