All is very quiet in blogworld. I am using my current attack of ill health as an excuse not to write, but even the more prolific writers are also having a quiet time.
Zoe is laid low with the realisation that being Belgian is no fun. Cazza in
So, to keep you amused, here are some links to some good stuff.
1) Mr Gamon is maintaining his high standard of political criticism.
Saves me the trouble of spouting about this and that.
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It's odd, isn't it? I feel like I stepped into that old BA ad on the telly where people wandered round shouting 'where is everybody?'. Can't remember the last time I got a comment.
Mind you, the sun is shining (occasionally). And I have a very fine new hammock hanging in the garden.
Sorry to hear you've been under the doctor, as we say up here in Almost East Anglia...
Oh I've got plenty of my own nonsense to be getting on with to have time to write about it.
i posted today. it's not very good, but gently does it.
Oh you're too sweet...makes me nervous, what do you want? Seriously, sorry you're under the weather.
Thanks, but that should really be: Willie Lupin has realised that Ricky Gervais is an even bigger twat than he always thought he was.
Vicus
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Well, I haven't posted lately as I now have a job. Really. So now you're going to have to take "lazy" off that list of things that you always call me.
*thinks about it*
Oh wait, it was never on there. So now you have one more to add when I quit to go back to college in late August.
Feel better soon! I command you!
Adam!
Tell us about your job. I am looking for another exploitative, irresponsible bunch of capitalist wasters whose products I can boycott.
No, really, a job? Do you get to wear a uniform? Send pictures.
And do you make your own way there, or does mommy drop you off?
Remember - stay out of the store cupboard.
I am very excited for you! A feeling akin to when one of the tadpoles in my pond grows legs.
As you may have noticed through the haze of your pre-adolescent self-obsession, Watski has bullied me into taking part into one of childish stunts. To take part would be an admission of immaturity and an indication that I have nothing better to do. See you there.
My Dear Vicus,
I am so sorry to hear you aren't well. I am teleporting a very nice herbal tea blend, some soup and some chocolate to you right away. I will also send some healing energies your way as well. I hope you are on the mend soon.
We need your rapier like wit.
Turn that light out.
Zzzzzzzzz.
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