Lamb’s Tales

I’m-a half-asleep because I’ve just been woken up by a work emergency.

But still, I haven’t been this tickled (not by the work emergency) since the letter ‘G’ blew out on the neon sign of Stuart Anderson’s Black Angus Steakhouse.

It’s about yesterday’s post, the subject of which I filched off Mr Brown’s extensive coverage of the ‘Despot’ comment. Several well-meaning comments on both his blog and here (finally, some action) makes it not so much an interesting exchange, but an exchange, for that is the whole point.

And I’m tickled because of this Generation Gap that seems to be appearing and getting bigger by the day. Hallo?! What da heow? I write very simply leh! Must publish paraphrased summaries of what I really mean meh?


Aunty Lily’s favourite book

Surf stop: Vantan.org
iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: While My Guitar Gently Weeps – The Beatles – 1967-1970 Disc 2, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music.
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