There appears to be a deluge of correspondence (it comes from a Mrs ILTV of North Wimbledon) asking me to post more regularly. Would that I could.
In the meantime, may I direct you to my good friend Willie for this weeks "I wish that I'd've writ that".
31 comments:
I'd rather have writer's block than rock hard stools.
There are a number of products on the market to make you more regular.
Buck up old chap, don't be despondent. We know you do your best, pathetic though it us.
Freudian slip there, Dave.
Actually, Vic, it's because I'm nearly blind in my left eye now, and find it hard to get the screen in focus. I could see there was something wrong with it, before I pressed enter, but I couldn't work out what.
No sympathy please, by request.
I don't trust you Vicus. Is that a porn site?
(If only.)
No.
No, you may not.
how utterly bizarre
'tis the serendipity that is the phenomena we know as blogging
I've just written about this exact same subject!
what was I saying about great minds and/or fools the other day? should I bother to repeat myself, have you too suffered recent memory impediments, or shall I just refer you to my previous comments elsewhere. . .
take your pick - whyevernot, after all, it is your blog
with much love, from somewhere South of Wimbledon
XXX
(ps this weeks is missing its apostrophe)(should go inbetween the k and the s)(you can tell I'm on new drugs, can't you. . .)(hadn't read dave's comment when I typed mine either)(oh, but - after such pedantic rudeness - if the sympathy you might have extended to dave re his eye includes another one of those hugs, I'll have it please)(!)(*mwah*)
No you may not direct me. I am directionally challenged although not easily offended. More amused. :) (smiley faces... it's an american thing... LOL... that too... the LOL.)
Kindness. Will you be able to find your way home from here? Sit down and have a cup of something soothing, pet the inhabitants, and get orientated. Someone will be along to help you in a while.
something has been bothering me for a while now. . .
. . .and today I worked out what it is:
I am north of Wimbledon! (and obviously currently directionally challenged - am usually quite good at mapreading)
hugs dear vicus
Hugs to you to. I am glad that you know where you are. Where is my watch?
safely tucked into my waistcoat pocket
it keeps perfect time, but then I'd expect nothing less
:-)
(shame that you didn't notice my quip about "currrently" being directionally challenged)(but then, that's probably a relfection on my sense of humour, not yours)
XX
I see that the rumours of your demise have been greatly exaggerated.
I simply must stop believing anything that Boris whatshisface emails..what a nuisance.
btw I live at or about 49North 97West..are my coordinates North of Wimbledon?
does one have to be NofW to comment here? Or can you be OITFS and still be welcome?
Scurra is travelling - visiting the sick and needy. At least they will be after the visit.
I will be back on line soon.
*pouts*
dunno about sick (altho my sense of humour is) but (as you might have guessed) I am desperately needy. . .
much love, from North of Wimbledon
;-)
I'm counting the days.
are you proving to be a panacea to the sick and needy?
We're adrift without you.
(have you stopped blogging because you can't stand the deluge of comments? if I promise never to bother you again, would you come back?)(not that it's all about me, you understand. . .)(she adds, pointlessly)
Hey. The weekend is over.
HALP! I am still here! Where are you?
Just how amny sick and needy people are there?
(Other than those of us who are nearly blind now, and so can't see our typos on these minute library screens.)
Have you replaced Mother Teresa?
Good lord did she need replacing already? These modern nuns just don't last like they used to do they?
have you started another blog elsewhere. . .
:-/
You're either on holiday or terminally ill. In either case, how tasteless of you. Update before we are driven to the arms of another.
maybe vicus wants to see if in his absence his fans and devotees will write as many comments as dave had when he went on holiday. . .
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