Sweethearts, I am at a junction here.
Which way to go?
Am sorely tempted to throw a stinker of a bomb amongst my loyal readership, the august nesting in the LBC’s and hangers-on elevated circus (in dire need of a little bit of fresh air).
Having overdosed on the frankly sickening amongst your last few days’ blogs and usual back slapping sticky goo of how wonderful you are (with the honourable exception) I can barely contain myself. This excludes Con who I can’t currently access since he is shielded by hackers and malware both of which I have been warned off sternly when trying to get some leverage. I rarely heed advice but will make an exception in this case.
So, sweetie pies, let me know: Do you want me to let rip and tell each one of you how I see you or would you rather keep your heads and self examination wrapped in cotton wool? Let me know. I will take a democratic vote. Naturally, Grannymar, who has just asserted, over at Nick’s blog, that “maturity is only for cheese and wine” will be game. Won’t you, GM? Oh so refined. If you were a bottle you should do well at auction. Unless someone drops you first, by accident.
Yes, so let me know. See who could do with a little ripening, who is chicken, who is still able to lick their wounds despite various hip replacements, who can take a compliment when it bites him/her on the heel, and who is still up for “it”. Whatever “it” is. Please do hurry since, to prove Ramana’s law of sync right, my laptop folded at roughly the time all Con’s troubles started. So am currently very restricted as to access on other people’s comp time.
Don’t be shy. Don’t be English about it. If you want me to go to hell please do say so instead of nurturing the snake of silent disdain and misguided “dignity” at your heaving bosoms.
Hugs and kisses,
PS Do spread the word amongst all your regular commentators – poor sods: I have done so well to hide my blog few know of my existence. One of my few proud achievements.