Sorry things went silent for a few days: the database broke, and Jeremy was in New York, so unable to fix it until today. Give the man a nice round of applause (or you could tell him how impressive his biceps are).
Jeremy, I LOVE your biceps… mate.
Thanks for fixing it.
I, for one, noticed a certain desuetude. Well done, Jeremy!
PS Ophelia’s blog has become more relevant to me since my sister began working in Saudi Arabia.
Bolyishóye spasíbo, gospodín Stangroom.
On the internet I read:
Imagine my surprise –
I a Russian speaker with
knowledge of some Polish
with a little effort and
attuning to the accent
find that I can
Well, I an Englishman,
imagine my surprise –
In travel, trade, conflict
or comradely concern
– did they never meet?
On radio, TV, and in film
– In story and in song,
do they not figure in each
the other’s culture?
Did a Russian, Ukrainian,
and Pole never walk into a bar?
Jezza – you are so fit, man.
I think we need to see pictures of Jeremy’s storied guns. How can we credibly compliment them without seeing them on display?
Hey, cool, remember the other day when I told the commenter ‘DFG’ that calling me shrill was just a teeny bit of a sexist give-away – and he (it is a he) denied it not once but twice? That was funny enough, but I’ve just learned that in some circles it’s considered amusing to call Hillary Clinton ‘Shrillary’. But of course that’s not at all sexist!
I will, of course, be delighted to post pictures of my biceps (I am indeed “so fit, man”).
I’ll also tell you the story of how OB was up at 1 in the morning when I came in from a date…
(Apologies to the Mr Boring Travelogue guy for frivolity here.)
Did anyone hear about the disgustingly sexist brouhaha about Ms. Clinton’s brazen display of a couple of inches of cleavage? She’s got a lot wrong with her, but her decisions about wardrobe are way down the list.
Is that your poem, Adam? I like it. A little commentary from you would have been nice.
(Btw, I don’t have Cyrillic on this computer, and transliteration is problematic.)
Some commentary: It was some time ago, Pyotr, and I’ve lost the link – I think he was an American of Russian parentage, which I suppose would go some way in explanation. I’m no poet – it seemed as though I had very little to do with it; it seemed to write itself.
“and he (it is a he) denied it not once but twice?”
I say how very naughty and nannyish him?
“It is a he”?
“I say, I say” shril’ly, “well I never”. “Lordy me,” says I yet again – limp’ly and piggishly “get a load of that dang man”!