I really like this one about Rogor! I wrote a newspaper report for it:
HEADLINE SCREAMS: ‘TREBLINSKY MEETS HIS MATCH!’
PETROVSKY STADIUM, ST PETERSBURG: Rogor Bogdhanovitch Treblinsky, 29, 5’3’’, 135kg, born in Smolensk, USSR, in 1981, world renowned weightlifter, outshining hero of the nation, apparently met his match here yesterday. We spoke to his mother, Sofya Semyonovna, after the event. “He’s been spending far too much time here in St Petersburg, I tell you. The air here, it’s no good for him, it’s full of grime and coaldust and railway smoke. Why, I’ve only come down for one week to see my Rogor in the finals, and just look at my handkerchief! He’s here every month for competitions. ‘Meets’,” she added contemptuously. “He should come home. Let me get a good meal into him. Then we’ll see,” she finished, before muttering, in an incomprehensible local dialect, something about “pronouns.”
Simon, I think you missed that he did in fact succeed, despite the odds of him having succeeded being so low. So what can his mother be talking about? I have no idea. It is bizarre what people can think and what people can say.
Well, I guess the subtlety of Rogor's success just couldn't be captured by the register of news reporting, which demands sensational, attention-grabbing info-bites!
I wrote a poignant comment and then there was a computer error and it got lost. and i liked it. and it was a true reflection of what i felt. and i love Rogor.
hi Sebastian
ReplyDeleteI really like this one about Rogor! I wrote a newspaper report for it:
HEADLINE SCREAMS: ‘TREBLINSKY MEETS HIS MATCH!’
PETROVSKY STADIUM, ST PETERSBURG: Rogor Bogdhanovitch Treblinsky, 29, 5’3’’, 135kg, born in Smolensk, USSR, in 1981, world renowned weightlifter, outshining hero of the nation, apparently met his match here yesterday. We spoke to his mother, Sofya Semyonovna, after the event.
“He’s been spending far too much time here in St Petersburg, I tell you. The air here, it’s no good for him, it’s full of grime and coaldust and railway smoke. Why, I’ve only come down for one week to see my Rogor in the finals, and just look at my handkerchief! He’s here every month for competitions. ‘Meets’,” she added contemptuously. “He should come home. Let me get a good meal into him. Then we’ll see,” she finished, before muttering, in an incomprehensible local dialect, something about “pronouns.”
Simon, I think you missed that he did in fact succeed, despite the odds of him having succeeded being so low. So what can his mother be talking about? I have no idea. It is bizarre what people can think and what people can say.
ReplyDelete(also: thanks, man!)
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess the subtlety of Rogor's success just couldn't be captured by the register of news reporting, which demands sensational, attention-grabbing info-bites!
ReplyDeletebut in fact i love more the idea of my wild analogies turning on me.
ReplyDeleteI wrote a poignant comment and then there was a computer error and it got lost. and i liked it. and it was a true reflection of what i felt. and i love Rogor.
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