Ragtag Giggagon

Springing ahead from the 1920s (found elsewhere on this blog), here is an excerpt from An Early Childhood by Paddy Flanagan set in the Second World War. Continued from here . “You are CornJulio,” Bern-ard shot back in a cod Native American accent. “You need tepee for my bungee spongiform encephalitis! Welcome to die." Everyone roared laughing except for Cornjulio, who didn’t take to the word-theft of tepee for purposes of cultural misappropriation as a kind of joke. The Good Doctor withdrew a surgical glove from the breast pocket of his laboratory coat. It slowly emerged, fingers first, before the whole thing jettisoned itself across Barrel-Chested Bern-ard’s face with a snap. A red mark on the cheek flared into existence with the blink of an eye and another eye, both of them Bernie’s, and a veritable shocked silence filled the entire ward, in part because many of the patients were too unwell to say anything at all at all in the first place. You could still cross s

Springing ahead from the 1920s (found elsewhere on this blog), here is an excerpt from An Early Childhood by Paddy Flanagan set in the Second World War. Well, there I was now, in Compostenela del Salamanca Half Catalytic Army Hospital for the Bewildered, sharing a bed with {[(Frank O’Connor)] due to the shortage of trolleys in the medical health industry. We had been fled across the Pyrenees on a pair of rectum stretchers (sit-down-only type harnesses) after sustaining massive injuries. I don’t recall how I had been wounded myself, but before my concussion, I had watched {[(Frank O’Connor)] wander across the plains of no-man’s-land into a stockpile of German bracket mines; in the process of recovery, it would take some time and a number of operations before he would be fully compost lemsip, but he had had two sets of brackets removed already, and was in the process of getting his short and curlies taken off. The meals were the standard fare - Meeting Two Veg, as they sa