My darling readership has solved two PooterGeek mysteries.
Remember the “hair guitar” version of Pachelbel’s Canon? This New York Times article [PDF] tells the tale behind it.
A couple of weeks back, on the way back from the site of a wedding reception, I managed to get myself stuck in one of the few actual undulations in the “landscape” of the Fens. I’d like to say that this
was the result of a crazy, Dukes of Hazzard-style, 50mph handbrake spin, but it was, in fact, my failure to complete all three points of a clumsy, slow, first-and-reverse turn-in-the-road that required a local farmer to rescue me later with a JCB digger. As it happens, the first person to drive past me was the farmer’s nephew. No inbreeding jokes, please.
Anyway, Tanya, the lovely bride at the wedding, sent me a link to the story behind the giant pig I previously saw on a hillside.
What, you mean his nephew, son-in-law and half-brother?
Oh Damian, when you described what you had done to me the other weekend, I had no idea it would be that bad… Silly boy!
Love you loads though 🙂
It’s all lies, your Honour. I did nothing to her the other weekend and she was fully conscious throughout.
Not that there was anything for her to be fully conscious throughout of course.
Or that I was anywhere near her.
Ooops, when I re-read my previous post, I didn’t think of it being interpreted that way!
I really do set myself up for these things don’t I?