When I said the other day that my pieces would be coming thick and fast, I was foolishly overconfident.
It turns out that, contrary to my misconception, regular writing requires a lot of energy, certainly more than I possess at the moment. So I have to take it easy.
Hence my pieces will be coming in a trickle, rather than a steady stream. But one such trickle will appear tomorrow.
I do hope that you are relaxing and enjoying watching Wimbledon! Have a nice glass of something refreshing with some strawberries and cream!
Rather a trickle than a drought.
Take your time Mr B.
A fine wine is to be savoured, rather than necked.
Stop and smell the roses.
Strengthen-up old man, we crave your intellectual rigor. By the way, was it a poisoned umbrella tip or an additive to your drink? And was it from Putin’s men, the Gay lobby, feminists, shonky architects, a postmodern artist performing a relevant happening, the Greens or a random Protestant that tried to get you?
None, it was Peter Hitchens!
Ha!
Hitchens with Dawkins I hear, though Mr. Martin certainly has a delightfully suspicious imagination