tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15685795.post8246949378341798676..comments2007-06-11T02:28:23.681-07:00Anonymousdeletethisbit_anon@anonblog.co.ukBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15685795.post-75544207138568043802007-06-11T02:28:00.000-07:002007-06-11T02:28:00.000-07:00So when's my dinner invitation again, Tommy Tiger?Oliviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573508102872424622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15685795.post-10752417829315546702007-06-09T07:24:00.000-07:002007-06-09T07:24:00.000-07:00Eagle-eyed, Clare!<BR/>Tomatoes indeed, but also black olives and grapes!<BR/>Yes, the sound of words is important, isn't it. More words that make sounds please..<BR/>TxTomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08481771662880536159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15685795.post-46640051157002193012007-06-07T04:39:00.000-07:002007-06-07T04:39:00.000-07:00A rare architectural feast.<BR/><BR/>Those spheres look like tomatoes to me. <BR/><BR/>Sphere is such an excellent word, I think it is a word that one should actually spit out with ones food across the dinner table, rather than simply speaking it. <BR/>'S-PH-e-e-re- e! OOps, let me clean the broccoli from your jumper'<BR/><BR/>xxclarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14796173741404934467noreply@blogger.com