Monk Quixote

This week, I expect there will be some new read­ers of this blog. Wel­come. Pull up a pew*. Although if you really believe that this is a church you are sorely mis­guided. But now I men­tion it, the Cult of Monk Quixote has a cer­tain ring to it. So on sec­ond thoughts, pull up a pew, give me all your cash and start wear­ing odd clothes (you’ll soon dis­cover that I believe the con­cept of things match­ing to be vastly over-rated). Any­hoo, wel­come one and all. Or as is infi­nitely more prob­a­bly, one.

* I have just attempted to find ‘pull up a pew’ in my new Allen’s Dic­tio­nary of Mod­ern Phrases, hop­ing to dis­cover some hid­den ref­er­ence to the Ref­or­ma­tion in my sub-conscious, or per­haps some deep aver­sion to acan­thus wood, but no such joy. I have, how­ever, dis­cov­ered that ‘go phut’ is a Hindi expres­sion mean­ing to ‘burst or split’. I think it should be my duty to be more edu­ca­tional from now on. Ahem, I digress… (more…)