I've always liked the cynical and pessimistic HP Lovecraft's work. He thought, way back then, that the universe was a bleak place, that it was a Thoth eat Thoth cosmos; and that there was no such thing as society...
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Ach Connan you cut off the best bit, the four inches of overhang from Mr Linn's waistband or should that be waste band?
ReplyDeleteFour inches!? Oh, you mean fat...
ReplyDelete"...worshipping the ground Margaret Thatcher levitates above."
ReplyDeleteBrilliant as usual Conan!
Thanks FL. As you may have gathered, I'm no a fan...
ReplyDeleteAnother stoater :-)
ReplyDeletePS I had it blown up again and it's going in the picture frame tonight! Stop it, I'm sore
ReplyDeleteFantastic, mate, haven't laughed so much for ages. Must say Maggie looks better than in her twenties.
ReplyDeleteCatch you in a few weeks.
Thanks pseudonomy.
ReplyDeleteDram, you're making me blush. Well you're not really, but ye ken whit ah mean :¬)
Brownlie, another third world hellhole?
Four inches MUST be an exaggeration, but I doubt that it's fat.
ReplyDeleteHi Jeanne, where ye been?
ReplyDeleteIä Iä Conan fthagn!
ReplyDeleteYour usual sterling work
Thanks Bill. Life is but a dream...
ReplyDeleteMy agent locked me in a room and forced me to write. Slave labor I assure you. ;-)
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