Wednesday, 19 March 2014


I’m not going to explain why I haven’t been blogging for the past couple of days, not this time. It’s a secret. I wasn’t going to make a post tonight either, but I’m being nagged to mention yesterday’s only happening of note:

There came four ladies walking
Down the road as I drove by
No sooner had I stopped the car
Than one of them said
So I did

(Clue: It’s a pun.)

And it seems I’m in the van of the New Millennium Post-Liberated Movement. I was more shocked by Sarah Woodruff’s revelation than Charles Smithson was – and him a Victorian. Being so precocious makes you feel like a character from Stephen King’s The Langoliers.

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