All the excitement of a Christmas news letter, every day of the year.
Albert? Thank God there's another post here and not another one about excrement! It's only gone half nine in the morning and I'm having breakfast. I read a Taoist book once that said you should try to preserve your ching after the age of fifty or you would go baldy and grey and end up looking like a scunnered prune. Doesn't remind me of anyone that. Certainly not!! Hope this helps. Hotboy
Albert? You can lose less than usual, or keep some. This advice will have come too late for you and Mingin' unfortunately, but I can sell you a magic mirror that makes you only look about seventy. I need the money up front. Hotboy
Albert? Did the wummin who has to put up with you finish the uni book? I haven't looked at it for decades probably, but I thought when I left it the last time that I'd need to re-write it later since it wasn't really a novel. That's why I never tried to sell it.What did she think of it? I'd be interested to know since she's a foreigner and all that. I might look at it to re-write it sometime. Hotboy
Hotters. Some people - not sure who - could do with some overall shrivelling. At least prune people are unshrivelled in the trouser department. It all balances up. And as a freelance Taoist I should of course have said that both conservation and dissipation are both good and bad. I don't know what came over me.The cellmate laughed all the way through. I presume she was laughing with the book rather than at it. I enjoyed it too, but as a kafkaesque nightmare.
Albert? I have a problem with folk laughing at anything I've written. A woman friend told me she rolled about laughing at the dirty one. I have no idea why this is since I don't think or try to write funny books. Ask her if she wants to become my agent. She's a woman and all the best agents are women. She's an Australian and they don't have enough of them except in Australia. Being an academic she could fly about the place for the air miles and do the agenty stuff on the side. Publishers would believe she was a real person. I bet she's got headed notepaper. Also, she has you as a boyfriend and agents have to be a bit weird. My current agent is on 15%. He's wonderful since he might have got me published, but he refuses to do any work. Tell the wummin to get behind Hotboy and make some real money so you can luxuriate among the spiders and wasps and cacti and women half naked wandering about the shop. I'm not kidding. I'd be my agent except I've got too much to do with emanating as a deity! Hotboy
I say!It's the same with MGTs.MM III
Mingers. It's maybe the same with everything. At the same time maybe it isn't. It all balances up.
Mingin'! What are MGTs? Hotboy
Yes, you don't hear enough about MGTs.
I say!Malawi Gin & Tonic.MM III