It seems there’s some sort of confectionery company in New
York which styles itself:
JJ’s Rockin Cupcakes:
The Muscle Behind the Sweetness.
Somebody once described me in a letter to my employer as ‘the
iron fist in the velvet glove,’ which was excessively complimentary since I was
only trying to do my job in a civilised and respectful manner, and the giving
of a Rule 2 Caution is rather more highly charged than they make it look in TV
dramas. Nevertheless, it was at least complimentary and not entirely inappropriate
to the kind of bloke I am.
‘The muscle behind the sweetness,’ however, is a bit out of
my league, and I should like it to be known that the said JJ is in no way
associated with me. Besides, if I were the JJ in question, there would be an
apostrophe after the ‘n’ in ‘Rockin’.’
And it seems the bath did wake me up a bit. Not for long,
though. I can feel myself falling off the chair already.
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