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[caddyman]

The silly season is upon us again; all the odd little bits of news get sieved to the surface to fill newspaper columns, inconsequential items like the Israeli pull out from Gaza hide behind the enormity of Madge falling off her horse on her birthday, the Torygraph reports Cthuloid wars in and around Antarctica (courtesy princeofcairo, via pax_draconis). Yesterday the Times ran an article about growing spare faces in jars for when you need a face lift. They refrained from making a pun on Eleanor Rigby.

Times has attoned for this by forgetting to publish its T2 supplement – the important bit with the crossword and stuff, not to mention the telly listings – today, which makes me feel as though I should get a rebate on my 55p.

In the meantime, the members of the Athenaeum Club’s Thursday night role-play group have started emailing around Mouseketeer theme tune parodies based around the name of Yours Truly, just because I asked for a head count of who’s attending tomorrow.

And it’s hot.

It’s going to be a long day.

Comments

m.i.c. - k.e.y.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Now I can not get that bloody tune out of my head.

Utterly brilliant rhyme though.

Re: m.i.c. - k.e.y.

[jfs.livejournal.com]

Well - it had been sitting in my head for hours, and as we all know, the only way to shift the meme is to infect someone else ....

Re: m.i.c. - k.e.y.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Lalalalalalalala...

>Not listening<

lalalalalalalala...