Well chaps, it's proving to be a hard week, what with moving the office, and sitting at my swanky new desk listening to agreeable music, despairing at my zombie hands (don't ask) and being brought tea and chocolate biscuits by my delightful colleagues. Doesn't leave a lot of time for thinking about fascinating topics to blog about.
So, to borrow a motif from a number of my blogging comrades, I'll leave it up to you to choose a subject for my next instalment. What's it to be?
As long as it's not the zombie hands. Not that.
About Father Christmas
2 days ago
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the anti-unionisation message in 'the elves and the shoemaker'
this is bothering me A LOT just now
gracias!
Noooo. You can't just dangle your zombie hands in front of our noses and then whip them away again. I'm all intrigued now.
Or by telling us that you're not going to talk about them, are you in actual fact cunningly trying to lead us into asking about them? Well if that's the case, I for one don't want to know. So there. Humph.
*wonders if patroclus is susceptible to reverse psychology, yet curiously oblivious to things written between asterisks. Rather hopes so*
What makes you laugh (out loud)?
'Hats I Have Worn'
Or 'Gloves I now wear'.
bugger. i was going to say hats.
no really, i actually was.
"Albums I forgot I owned"
'Zombies Whose Hands I Now Unaccountably Have'
'What I find attractive about men who play cricket'.
All excellent suggestions. All will be addressed in good time - apart from Dave's first question, which I'll answer now, seeing as I just discovered for the umpteenth time that the word "beak" makes me laugh out loud. Every time.
It's not the *only* thing, mind.
zombie hands!
At least tell us whether zombie hands are good or bad - are they like wandering hands or jazz hands?
I'm trying to think of a scenario in which zombie hands would be a good thing, but I'm not doing very well.
Anyway, just working on the post now. It's going to be a terrible anticlimax.
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