Here are some of the topics I have considered writing about today, in no particular order…
The interior workings of the brain of a moose.
The delivery of a brand new Snodgrass-Ponsonby Machine, to replace one sent for repair.
Two Mossad agents playing pingpong in a dismal hangar.
Nelson Eddy, by a waterfall, calling “you-oo-oo-oo”, to Jeanette Macdonald, because he has sprained his ankle and wants her to call an air ambulance.
A map of Vange, with all its unmarked pathways marked.
A discursive yet exhaustive history of the unbutton.
… but each of these subjects has been done to death by Dobson, in a series of pamphlets. It is true that the pamphlets are out of print, but it’s old ground, old ground. I think I shall instead turn my hand to a mashed potato waltz, and whistle down the wind.