This Week’s Word: Cow

As Mrs Spelling seems content to remain in our service and our debt, life within the Scriptorium has returned to something resembling normality. Thus it was that, over scrambled eggs and oven-bottom muffins, I congratulated Mr Bennett on his latest rendition of ‘Cow’.

For those dear Readers who have yet to witness his impression, I shall reprint it here as it originally appeared in this week’s Times Magazine:

‘Excellent, Mr Bennett’, I commented. ‘Delightful udders.’

‘Not too Godzilla, Mr Teed?’ my friend enquired. ‘I wanted to allude to the Manga tradition…’

‘No, let me stop you there, Mr Bennett, you have already lost me I’m afraid. Is manga a fruit?’

My artistic confederate peered at me over his half moon spectacles as he spooned more scrambled egg onto his muffin.

‘You are thinking mango, Mr Teed. Honestly, I see I shall have to educate you in the traditions of graphic art…’

‘Stop there, Mr Bennett, you shall do no such thing! I am quite happy to appreciate your rendition of Cow in blissful ignorance and without recourse to a post-modernist examination of graphic novels of the twentieth century.’

‘Your loss,’ my friend muttered into his muffin, along with several other words which were subsequently lost – though I fancy ‘pompous’ and ‘ass’ were amongst them.

‘We should call her Cowzilla,’ I offered, after a difficult silence. Mr Bennett smiled once more.

‘Cowzilla it is,’ he agreed.