Friday, 1 May 2009

The Flights of The Vintage Voyagers

I think I know how a goose feels now. Granted, I've long been aware that I have a habit of biting off 'a bit more than I can chew', but having quite as much rammed down my throat is an altogether more unusual experience.

That rising to the challenge of digesting this force-feeding has been quite so fatiguing perhaps, in some way, explains the delay in recounting the component detail. So, for those who have been berating my laissez-faire, might I plead mitigating circumstances and call as witness the exhaustion from which I have only just recovered?

No? OK. I’d better battle on forthwith then, beginning (as I am apt to do) with:

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