[I have Been Away - bodily, I mean, not in the Jeffrey Bernard sense (oh, no, he tended to be unwell,
didn't he, not away... still, you get the idea...) - and before that, there were Entirenet issues to contend with. So I feel sure I need to catch up on commenting &c. I shall go to it with a will, but while it is fresh in my mind, here is an account of my weekendly doings... It is LONG, but let me not make it longer still by apologising
for my verbosity.]
I went to London this weekend just gone, to see the Residents in concert at the Barbican. Originally I had intended to be frugal and go by cheap coach - I even bought the tickets - but eventually I realised that nobody deserves to be stuck for four hours in that kind of predicament, and bought train tickets after all. In another Universe, I suppose I endured the coach - and it must have done my soul the power of good, because meanwhile, in this Universe, A Pleasant Time Was Had By All. (Y'know, it's an arresting thought. Can you believe simultaneously in the Many Worlds hypothesis AND the Soul? How does that work? Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt this performance and beg to enquire if there is a Jesuit in the house...)
ANYWAY, the foregoing is not Germane To The Matter In Hand, so I'll put it in the Tray Marked Pending. (All brains must have a Tray Marked Pending, and ideally a Circular File, too.) And having done that, let's get on with it, shall we...?
My state of mind before embarking on this venture was much enlivened by having found this picture:( Cosmé is offered gallantry and accepts it )( What Would Cesare Do? Cosmé sez Confess! )( Do Freemasons eat sushi? )( Musical Interlude With Vitiligo Heart )( Stick A Hat On It - and have a bowl of coffee )( Cometh the hour, Cosmé the confused )( What Charlie Mortdecai Would Do With A Befouled Sandwich )( Monastic Ambience Gained )
And that brings us (I can tell you're glad) to those welcome words: The End.