The scene is a very busy bookshop. A bepigtailed elderwoman protagonist approaches the information desk. She pauses for a moment and then asks…
“Excuse me, Religion is…?”
Her bearded interlocutor pauses for a moment and then replies….
“Religion is in the gold room, just up the stairs.”
He pauses once again, and then asks, “Or were you looking for a more esoteric answer?”
(Yeah, I’ve given up on wittering. Transpires Q, in which I wrote that thing, was too CPU-intensive for the poor wee colo-server to cope with when bots came knocking, so it had to go; it’s all-but a dead language now anyway…)
There are easier ways to host a blog, Tim…
Mental. On my ‘to do’ list for today was to write a ‘back blogging’ post…
Very strange!
Think of it as the Holy Spirit, Nick.
Or alternatively think of it as synchronicity as many of the rest of us might do.
Glad you are coming back.
David Campbell’s blog has long since moved to here:
http://limpingtowardsthesunrise.wordpress.com/
So it does. Thanks, I’ve updated the link.
I usually read Fr David’s blog in google reader. What an exotic layout it has in real life!
My dears, I can only wish I were as exotic in real life!
Hope Nick starts blogging again too! He did a post reviewing The Dark Knight once, which is more down-wit’-da-kidz than highfalutin’ praepostorial theatre reviews 😉 (that said, do hope you do The Habit of Art! :-))
I did Figaro.
Thanks Kelvin, I’ll have a look at the rss thing – it’s all a bit new to me still!
J
Thanks John – you’ve already got a nicely behaving rss feed for your content but I can’t find one for comments.
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