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Friday, September 12, 2008

Sideshows in the circus of human suffering

I bump into Henry Irving, who's spent this week dividing his time between Sheep City story times, meetings with Sports Development about the current financial crisis in the Lido and meetings with the museums staff about their actually providing some input to the museum cataloguing system some time before the sun goes out.

"What-o, old fruit!" I cry, "how's things?"

"War is Hell," he replies.

1 comment:

Lavinia said...

War *is* hell, but hey, c'est la guerre.

Signed, a battle-scarred veteran who was out-gunned, out-numbered and out-manouevred one time too many and who has laid down one's ancient rifle on the sand and crawled into a remote cave for sanctuary.