Normal service will resume when I can feel my hands again
After yesterday’s posting fest – Haikurious, Flimericks and pointing out how wrong Michael Arrington is about intellectual property – only to have Rebecca at Orion suggest that I was somehow on holiday, I decided to show her who’s boss by doing absolutely jack shit all today.
Ok, well, that’s not entirely true – in reality Robert, Scott and myself had something of a mammoth night in the village last night. Or what passes for mammoth in the Valle. As a result, we’ve been fit for very little today beyond making cheese on toast (badly – we bought the wrong cheese) and watching a Mark Dolan programme about the World’s Smallest Man. I did write a haiku though, so I at least ticked one box. Sorry Rebecca.
Fortunately, Oli just emailed me the following in response to my limericks last night. It sums things up rather well.
In search of divine Panacea
Two men went to Andalucia
In the end Margherita
Meant no Senorita
So drunk were they, neither could see her
Nice. There’s a great post about Twitter on his blog too. Check it.
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