I'm accessing the blog via a mid-Victorian steam powered laptop in a hotel in the heart of Manchester. I'm 'up north' and far from a good frame of mind as business continues to intrude into my life. However, I couldn't let this day pass by without re-emerging from my silence to wish you all a happy Easter. I've bought Judy a large mass of cocoa solids shaped like an egg and I trust that you all got the same from your own nearest and dearest. Judy bought me a box of Black Magic given she knows that I love dark chocolate and have a mild egg phobia.
I also wanted to say that I'm still around but struggling to find inspiration as I continue to work on 'Eye of the Storm 2'.
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Happy Easter! I'm glad you're alive, I was getting a little worried there.
Happy second-birthday, zombie!Jesus. You'll be happy to know that, spurred on by your message of "brains, braaaaaaains," your dedicated followers have to this day eaten on your behalf the brains of over 1/6th of the world's population. You must be so very proud.
Gosh, even Michael Jackson never deteriorted to the point where he was stuck in Manchester - no stylist, no image consultant, no crisis-control manager, no Judy...
Hang in there, Richard, and Happy Easter!
Dreamy
Dick..'tis good to read your cheery chatter. I have missed your genteel wit and charm.Manchefter is so pleafant at this time of year and is truly a City for all feafons...in one day. Wrap up warm...take an umbrella with you wherever you go....and don't forget the funglaffes.
Methinks you've been looking at the Low Estate blog on my blogroll...either that or its synchronity...
Hey Richard old chum, happy Easter... and wheres my Cadburys egg? :)
It could be worse you know... you could have been stuck in Birmingham... :)
I'm a bit late to the party, having been away myself, but may Judy shine brightly upon you and all your wishes be fulfilled. About time the Eye of the Storm passed over, too.
Dick... almoft forgot to mention that I too am fpending Eafter in the great city of Manchefter. If you are feeling lonely and need a lift to your fpirits I will be happy to meet and fhare my medication with you.
There is a distinctly Mancunian lilt to it, Twitch - and it's perfectly depressing!
The genius of Manchester, indeed, lies in her seamless self-insertion into the medicinal ecosystem...
D.
Selena D....usually I would not enter into intercourse with a lady of your standing without being formally introduced. As you are so intimate with Mancunians, you will already be aware that we are men of good manners and respectful reserve...but what the fuck....you have such a wonderful way with words,that it would be rude not to respond. The only problem is ...I don't understand a word of what you are saying...are youtrying to say Manchester is like a drug...or a disease?..
No, Twitch. I was trying to pick your brains!
You see, semantic ambiguity can double as a sort or Rohrschacht Test, notably in the fields of neuroscience, and as a means that enables one to assess the psychology of one’s subject by the manner of his response.
In other words, I myself can only really know what I was trying to say after having read your reply. And having done so, my conclusion is indeed that Manchester is replete with drugs (and, possibly, disease). And I am slightly concerned to discover how continuously and implacably resilient and brave our mutual friend Richard really has to be...
That apart, I have long admired your particular brand of humour, Twitch, and am delighted, finally, to have made your acquaintance
Dreamy
stuck in manchester with victorian steam powered pc's, ooh the luxury. Us here in the Isle of Man, still using slate and chalk and stringed tin cans for phones.
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