Ladies, gentlemen and all others
I write to take my leave of you. I have no more to say. It has been a thrilling few years and I have found the writing and the exchanges cathartic in the extreme.
I have discovered ancient philosophy and am drawn to the conclusion that none of the rest really matters very much. I have an itch to blog about the application of ancient wisdom to my contemporary life. To that end, I have opened a new blog and you will be more than welcome should you ever wish to stop by there. I warn you now, I would be most surprised should ELT ever make an appearance. The new blog is called Chimp Jim and Me and can be found at chimpjim.wordpress.com. It is empty for now, but won’t be for long.
You have all been very kind to me and this has always been much appreciated. May your lives be full of life and your deaths be quick and timely.
The Secret DoS has made a bit of a booby this week. No details yet – the extent to which I might find myself in trouble has yet to become clear. But we could be looking at anything between a smack on the wrist or a need to update my CV. Microsoft, if you’re reading, might I suggest that the addition of a dialogue box which said something along the lines of, “You have chosen to send this reply to all of the original recipients; are you sure you want to do this?” would be a very welcome one.
But the occasion has given me something new to ruminate on. Let’s chew the cud…
I’ve done this one before, but history has a habit of repeating itself, I hear people say. Repeatedly. I’d be a fool not to cash in on this one. If you can’t be bothered to read my inane waffle, the long and the short of it is that I think that levels are a phonological blend of shy and height. By which I mean that they are shite. I am just trying to give due warning to those of you who may be offended by bad language. There’s only one more sweary expression in the following paragraphs. It’s used to describe a Mary who has been doused in tomato juice.