… that was painful. Had I cringed any harder something topologically impossible would have happened, with dire consequences for the wossname continuinuum.
Luckily that has not happened and I am still a normal (ish) shape and ready and willing, nay - eager, to give the perpetrators a Good Hard Smack or several.
Collingwood sounded as if he felt grubby all over, I thought. He wasn’t merely acting ‘drunk’.
Just listening now. The first sentence started promisingly: “Just what George needed, a good kick…” but disappointingly didn’t end with “…ing”.
I take it’s downhill thereafter?
You might need a boiled sweet, dere.
Well I got through it. I have to say I disagree with your assessment, but then I suppose you were trying to be polite.
I think I need a bath…
I think the term you’re looking for is “waste of spacetime”
I haven’t yet caught up from a week ago, and it is starting to sound as if I had better have a bucket to hand when I do.
Make that a couple of buckets, dere. Some of it is Seriously Bad, even by current standards.
Boiled sweet? A parachute, more like.