Memoirs of the Famous

~ six words maximum ~

Competition in The Spectator inspired by a $10 bet to Hemingway that he couldn't write a six-word short story.

The sly beggar came up with

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

I've pruned the winners so you don't have to. (Besides, I have a sharper eye than you for what's funny)

Julius Caesar: Veni, vidi, vici, vivi, vale

Proust: Twelve novel epic? Piece of cake

Methusalah: 'Look' sayeth Lamech. 'About thy pension.'

George Bush: I misunderestimated the power of eviltude

Leda: He swanned off, leaving the kids

Henry V: Sorry, Lads. France again this year

Humerus Hubris: I have been challenged to list the also-rans that didn't make the cut:

God: A six-day week, before endless holidays

Godot: Philanthropic landowner lacking only a watch (actually, that coulda been a contender)

Goliath: Stone's throw from victory, and ... Aagh!

William S.Borroughs: Queer junkie shoots wife; writes porn.