It is pleasant to think that, in a piffling fortnight, my present studies shall be complete and I will be able to devote myself full-time, however temporarily, to Frilly Shirt.
Unfortunately, these weeks include near-constant writing. How direly tiresome! Such ignominy! I lay the blame squarely at the door-step of Parliament, with their Budgeting turning the Educative Sector into a work-house!
Meanwhile
I find some joy - not to be confused with great joy, which I find passing the hours with the other residents of my town-house and in sojourns upon the ship of Admiral TurnHer, that wild lady of the sea! - in plucking at my instrument, my newest project:
Cornelius Hemingway was heard to remark,
Upon the 27th of May, 2005 at 11:32 pm,
Splendid! I have been in dealings with a strange new device known as the micro-phonium
Fascination!
Madam C was heard to remark,
Upon the 28th of May, 2005 at 2:27 pm,
You are the heppest of Hep Cats. In fact, you should start a band- “Fred Chooke and the Hep Cats”. You need a drummer with brushes and a muted-trumpet player (or a mute trumpet-player).
Master Bestor was heard to remark,
Upon the 28th of May, 2005 at 8:27 pm,
Whose only manner of communication is through his beloved instrument? What a charming idea.
Perhaps, though, some manner of Belgian jazz ensemble? Frederick et ses Chats-des-Heppes, perhaps.
Chesterfield Snapdragon McFisticuffs was heard to remark,
Upon the 29th of May, 2005 at 4:11 am,
Indeed! Mastery of such an instrument is said by some to cause the angels themselves to take up tambourines and accompany with jubilance!
wow was heard to remark,
Upon the 31st of May, 2005 at 11:22 pm,
um….are you guys fo shizzle?
Sir Frederick Chooke was heard to remark,
Upon the 31st of May, 2005 at 11:59 pm,
The shizzlest, I assure you!
wow was heard to remark,
Upon the 1st of June, 2005 at 3:09 pm,
daniel, i new you were odd, but i didn’t think you could sink this low
Chesterfield Snapdragon McFisticuffs was heard to remark,
Upon the 2nd of June, 2005 at 6:31 pm,
Good sir, we are merely engaging in what is called “role-acting”, precisely as you yourself were doing by adopting the patois of the slave-born songsmith.