Ouf! as the French say

A terrible poem I wrote years and years ago:

The beer bottle is brown

It fizzes when opened:

Pschitt! As the French say.

It was a Haiku.

If you don’t know, there used to be a fizzy drink sold in France and it was advertised with the word “Pschitt!” plastered all over the billboard (to indicate the sound it made when opened) – much to the amusement of all English-speaking visitors.  I guess they’ve got wise to it now.

What would the English equivalent be?  Suggestions please.

I’ve taken to working in the reference library.  It’s warmer and quieter – and they have more computers.  Downside: they are much stricter about not eating and drinking – but actually, that’s better – if I don’t drink, I don’t need to pee.

In fact, the reference library is altogether a severer place to work: busts of Shakespeare and Newton (as well as other luminaries, all male) preside sternly over you as you work.  They all look very serious, though I fancy Shakespeare has a smile playing around his mouth, though that could be just because I know him.

Very tired today.  Slept badly.  Going out with Ruth tonight, to Sardaar’s as usual (we are blessed with many veggie Indian restaurants in Leicester) – and tomorrow, to the Ale Wagon with Peter and then back to his for food.

TTFN – enjoy your weekend

PS  Actually, as haiku lovers will have spotted, the last line doesn’t have enough syllables.