In the wake of my choice of blog name I sometimes find there is a fine line to tread. I know exactly what I’d like to say. Yet in the name of good taste, of what is permissible and in concerted effort to avoid hurting other people’s feelings it’s a bit of a balancing act. Now I know how Dr Jekyll and Mrs Hyde, joint at the hip, must have felt.
I don’t want to abuse my own blog but since both my No 1 and No 2 fans, Con and GM, diligently keep erasing even the friendliest of comments of mine on their blogs I have to soil my own playground with a few observations.
The anthropologist in me is fascinated by the LBC – for many reasons, not all of them strictly scientific. This week’s subject (or at least the title) so very juicy. With high expectation disappointment never lags far behind.
My dear lambs, what sheltered lives you have lived. I can’t believe it. Conrad, since when does foraging for mushrooms and ‘making out’ qualify for living dangerously. Still, as effort goes, I’d say: Potential to do better next time round. Gaelikaa, sweet gaelikaa, such a picture of innocence . My heart goes out to Grannymar (and I don’t mean this ironic) that she had to live through the orange phase of her life at advancing years. As to Ramana, Sir, boys will be boys and they race, and raise hell – nothing new there.
My hope now lies firmly with Magpie, the dark horse. However, and that in itself speaks most interesting volumes, so far he has shown reticence to expand on his own youth. Which I think wise. I most certainly wouldn’t.
Shall now change costume, and send Mrs Hyde into the kitchen to cook the evening meal.
PS Most annoying that I am not allowed to answer BHB’s whacky comments on Con’s blog.