Greetings, my favourite blogger.
err, that was anna anonymousing, oh catpecked one. I forgot how to sign posts. If only we could just lift a leg.
thanks! I just realised the medlar is a fruit of deliciously dubious heritage!
Delicious! Why, blett their souls and hail to yours! Their dubious repute and tragic history have given them precious little praise. You are a rarity these days. As rare as they. And as for character — Hamlet? Bah! If Shakespeare had plumbed their characters and played of that, instead of jesting (for the standing rabble) at the uselessness of an unbletted medlar, then moaning Hamlets and all those heritage dramas that star our species but exclude all else would be as last year's meal scraps in the compost heap. "Mespilusian!" critics would say when depth of medlar character explored in play or book leaves them otherwise speechless — also a rarity, but this blog is for the precious rare. It must be, seeing as you, dear Budak, constitute 25% or more of the readership. So suck a virtual bletted medlar in their honour. Or peel that other royal fruit out your way: the snake fruit salak; and keep those delicious observations flowing on your blog and elsewhere. Who else but you would write ' Aromatic traces of Dr Dan Rittschoff’s sell-out talk on sex and the senses last March still linger on the shores, particularly in hours when ducks are out and about in search of dirty deeds. '
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