A Capital Visitor.

I’ve started to get a visitor from London, but he or she never leaves a comment so I don’t know who it is. Why would somebody from London visit my blog? Everybody in London is cleverer than we provincials, aren’t they? My stepfather was from London, and he said they were. He said that we northerners had only just stopped wearing loin cloths. Maybe this particular person from London is an anthropologist interested in barbarians. Or maybe it’s somebody from Whitehall or Westminster, checking to see whether I’ve said anything about politicians that they can sue me for. Or put me in the Tower, or whatever they do these days. Waterboarding, maybe.

In any event, hello London. Grunt.