LONDON: Big Ben jammin’ to the beat: “I’m in awe of the ticker in that 150 year old dude!” exclaims Payton L. Inkletter, himself running late as usual

Be all that as it may, meanwhile:

In other news…

31^st May 2009:

Sunday: While I arose about four in the afternoon, thus not ‘present’ for most of the day, I could tell that no rain had fallen since the angels’ piss mid evening last night – thanks you once little boys and girls who lied and who now work for the Weather Bureau. I began coaxing some life into my frame, but within minutes of putting the phone back on the hook the gorgeous gargoyle rang, and we spoke for approaching an hour (first, I quickly rang back to the pulchritudinous puppyfattle in Balingup, since our Optus deal covers any amount of STD calls within Australia in the monthly cap). My word that gal can still talk the back leg off a Border Leicester! We covered a lot of ground, and decided a tentative date for me to return to Balingup to get her, from the old Universal Brotherhood property, with the assuageable-resistant artefact in the passenger seat on the downward journey, of course. If I could drive with a couple of diazepams under my diaphragm I’d be tempted – anything to deaden the tedium!...

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