Not so much cutting edge as half-cut and still sliding.
Saturday, 9 December 2006
Z is sentimental
"There's a fruit fly by your glass" observed the Sage. "I know, bless it," I replied. "I've never seen fruit flies in December before, poor little thing, I'm not going to deprive it of its last few days of life."
Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?