Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 24 March 2014
This is where it gets personal
Yesterday, I broke all previous personal records on the comments hit list, and John commented that he had (insert a Shirley Temple voice here) '77 yesterday without flexing a bicep' - bingo-wing, more like.
It is ironic that my post was about how much I liked the vitriolic comments of certain fellow bloggers, as opposed to all you fawning sycophants who leave flattery by the sickeningly-sweet bucket-load on his, day after day after day.
My dears, I have had one hell of a day today (probably due to last night's celebrations) so I am going to content myself - if leave you disappointed - with this small but interesting observation about quality versus quantity, then go to bed in the full knowledge that I will awake tomorrow to find my inbox positively over-flowing with comments in the morning, all of which will be read and digested before breakfast.
I leave you with that Danish girl in the blue dress, still cycling past the cafe, as an antidote to the sword-wielding, hairy gimps which the animal hoarder has such an unhealthy interest in.