More self-indulgence (the rhetorical pedant enquires "As opposed to?")
- Thanks to all those who pointed out that it should have been "I'm his Rhondda". Whilst this may be more accurate, it does rather spoil a private joke that none of you would have understood anyway.
- In an offline, face-to-face conversation I was asked to define a farce? Well, in Dry Rot one character drops his trousers while standing in front of a policewoman. That's a good enough definition for me.
- No re-enactors this weekend, but the fire brigade have been here practising rescuing people from the apartment blocks. That's good. However, they're only doing it on the first floor (NB for US and continental European readers, this is not the one at ground level) whereas I live on the sixth. This is not quite as good.
- And a belated farewell to a stalwart of the Shearbridge jukebox
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