I had a dream last night that at the staff Xmas party we were all given hats to wear. Inside the hat was the name of a famous person. Each of us had to stand up in front of the company and justify the war in Iraq in the style of the person whose hat you were wearing. I got ‘Alice in Wonderland’ (or Annalise Emerson as she was in my dream).
Most odd. I’m sure you’ll agree. Apologies (mostly to myself) for lack of updates — having an energy crisis. Not a Suez crisis. Or even China Crisis. But an energy crisis. I also have 5 pints of soup to eat by Sunday. Which is sad, because soup does not equal fuel. And adding fuel to soup in no way improves the flavour, even if you’re Heston Blumenthal.
Woe. Woe is me. And yet. Me is not woe. BANG! And the logic’s gone. Neu! Improved! Logic Exonerator. Plus. Special five finger action for those HARD TO REACH PLACES!!! LOL!!!
I received a complaint on this blog yesterday. That it made no sense. Well! DUH! You’re supposed to read the gaps between the words! It’s a code. Three gaps for Yes and eight for Wednesday. See? Easy peasy lemon curd.
And now, soup.
