alliterations...

Strange post this to begin with. After quite a long interval I had gone out to the city today. Just like that. Walking up and down those familiar roads...aimlessly, without a care in this world. A walk down Gurusaday Road to Minto Park and back to Lansdowne Road my legs needed some rest and I hopped on a bus. I managed a seat beside one of those twenty year olds who can make you look stupid and backdated at thirty-three--stud and tattoo and i-pod and all. He had a lollypop up his throat when his cellphone buzzed. The person on the other side must have asked him his whereabouts and he promptly replied, 'licking a lolly near lansdowne...love'. It was spontaneous and refreshing, and I suddenly remembered my schooldays. I'd always loved alliterations..and my thoughts travelled. I hated grammar in school...I still do and haven't managed to learn much of it in the intervening years either. But only once in those tedious years of trying to negotiate subordinate clauses and pleading with the verb to agree with the subject that I was kind of attached to my grammar text. It was called English Today by Ronald Ridout. One of the reasons why I had warmed up to that particular book (and I obviously don't remember the volume or the number) was because of an alliteration that I had come across as I opened the book for the first time. It has been with me ever since: If you see a pug little puppy playing ping pong with a pig, or a great grey goat gambling with a goose, would it be half as funny as a Big Brown Belgian Bunny blowing bubbles with a bishop in a boat! Surreal, phantasmagoric, unforgettable. Magic-real, as an afterthought! I was no longer intimidated by the twenty year old. Ye, I was backdated! But I very much belonged to my time!