An open letter to hotboy.
Regarding your surprise visit, my dear friend, I am sorry to sound inhospitable, but the doctors who advise me here have suggested we don't meet while you're on the island.
It turns out that I daren't risk a recurrence of the nightmares that accompanied the stalking behaviour of our mutual friend. And then there is the matter of your own recent unpredictable behaviour in matters herbal and ale-related.
I have to consider my career, which is at a turning point now that my work on Ralwin's Postulate is receiving favourable critical attention.
Rest assured that I will follow your progress in the cave with interest through the now-customary binoculars, and I can be relied on to stump up for your bail if that becomes necessary - who could ask for more than that?
Sincerely, robmcj.
PS I have taken the precaution of moving and re-burying the whole stash again, all 174 bottles, and it hasn't helped my dodgy back, but it was the very least I could do for an old friend.
PPS If Irvine Welsh is still with you, could you maybe get me his autograph? I've heard his books are quite funny. Thanks.
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07 June 2005 at 21:07
second thoughts
Hotboy said...
Can I see you anywhere with my telescope? Hotboy
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onan the bavarian said...
hotboy. sorry, no, but I can arrange a delivery of blankets and beer substitute one day while you're out. robmcj.
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