Fryist Paracusia
Damn, buggaration and hell’s teeth with a side order of arse!  Let your guard down for one minute and the dreamer in yourself dares to take a wander down paths that it really should know better than to wander down. The sharp poke up the jacksie as you read about the contents of an Inbox seems particularly harsh and you can almost hear your inner realist laugh somewhat evilly as you realise; I’ll never be the recipient of one of those…
*sigh*
There’s something strangely comforting about portraying your personal dilemma’s in a Stephen Fry style voice and mannerism, which I will dub ‘Fryist Paracusia’ after a similar thing was discovered over at XKCD;
YES, this post is somewhat idiosyncratic and more than a little cryptic… but it’s my blog and I’ll splurge whatever rubbish takes my fancy. If ya want the unadulterated version buy me a shedload of beers at a pub one night and I’ll spill the beans!
Till then…
