How wonderful...

 to turn on the machine and find at least fourty percent more battery than I had assumed...

.. and a wonderful morning enjoying some Frog accents failing to get their tongues quite around their breakfast fayre of word salad...

But at least with them, you know that by lunchtime, they will be going out for a very nice long chatty smiley healthy lunch, and probably even pop home for a shag and a decent kip... and will have entirely forgotten about why they bothered trying to say much on the wireless at sunup...

But my god Les Rosbifs love it now they have a new tasteless and non existent bone to chew upon, "extrême gauche"

indeed a term rather gauche... tailor made for her next perfromatively-hysterical book.

(i shall be getting to her soon) 

So so so much more cartoonish, and the cartoon that matters, the Minister for  the yoof. 

Poor thing she never had a chance as I saw what happened...

So as in fact i do think audio-besmirched, it wasn't lost.

But he the toy-fixer, failed to even mean what he said...

 (later - POIGNANT!)

so, almost five years ago to the week.

Even if it began five years prior.

The most Alice smashed up her Looking Glass and use the shards of glass to cut out Orwell's tongue for suggesting it was her fault, photo, ever.

 

 long long I've tried to find this one.  Not that the minister would stick it top of her 'data point' list. Cos shetoo wouldn't understand.... 

 (ditto - profound)