Beware the CURSE of the BOTYs they say**. Auntie Alix went quiet; Lady Deputy Councillor Stephen was silenced; Wicked Uncle Costigan vanished without trace; even Mr Jumbo Graham was never heard of again… unless you read his Quaequam Blog…
Well, I'm a Militant Atheist Baby Elephant and I don't believe in curses!
I TWEAK the nose of the SPINDLY KILLER-FISH… and then run away and let DADDY deal with it!
Besides, if Scooby Doo is right about these things, then it's probably just Auntie Helen in the Old Abandoned Mine-Shaft with some LUMINOUS PAINT and a Count Packula FRIGHT-WIG!***
Where IS Daddy anyway?
Right, up with this I will not fluffily put! Besides, I need Daddy to avoid rubbish sentences like that last one!
Paging Cuddly Cthulhu!
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even the Curse of the BOTYs may die
Oh look, there's Daddy, under that enormous pile of Fringe Flyers that the idiots brought back from conference. Get up Daddy, we've got proper WORK to do!
OK Bloggers… I'M BACK!
*no, no, nothing to do with the soon-to-be-annunciated front-runner in the Labour Loser competition.
**or at least snigger about because it DOES sound a bit RUDE!
***Because, let's face it, she does do EVERYTHING ELSE for us, doesn't she!