Please excuse my absence for these past months, I needed to duck out of the jurisdiction for a while and lie low. I’ve been living the life aquatic at a marine research centre at Terrace Bay in Namibia. Me and Martin Daktari nipped out unseen between lockdowns and stayed until the new name came through. … Continue reading Baba Wole eti odo mi o ranmilowo
Baby I'll be tough, too much is not enough.
It’s an intellectual joke based on Italian grammar, and the fact that gnocci could be the plural of gnocc, or knock, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t get this part immediately.
Nobody has done more than me to bring down the career of falsely modest, secretly self-regarding, Richard-everyman-Osman than me. And see how I have succeeded? His second novel is officially the fastest selling work of literature ever. Ever. In the entire history of UK literature. Worse though, is the reaction of his fans, who have … Continue reading October 6th – Some bright morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away.
Anyway, with my new teeth, I have decided to take up courting again
I don’t like to boast, but what better sign of wellbeing is there than a good portfolio of recently acquired underpants?
Imagine we were still in the EU, and they had presided over the death of Geronimo?
By now a crowd had grown, and he, deploying the rhetoric favoured by my father said, ‘oh, so my opinion doesn’t count. I’m not allowed to have an opinion am I?’
Stav Danaos was reading the weather today. Reading. Not telling. He’s a bit proprietorial about it all isn’t he? Perhaps he takes his job title, weather forecaster, a bit too liderally*. It doesn’t come from a magic well into which only he can see, you know. For my part I prefer the pagaillique* approach of the ITV-casters, with the exception, obviously, of that woman who rides the donkey as a route to fame – she who posits herself as a specialist forecaster of weather at horse racing venues. Her colleagues though, are good because the know that they’re common and act like the weather’s something that has just happened to them. Which, of course, it has. It may sound harsh to put it that way, but I’m allowed, I was once a trainee pig-iron trader.