You just want to sit down with these boys, at a nice quiet taverna in Lisbon, over a chilled glass of manzanilla, and talk shop.......................................................................
Funny thing, about my blog. No one ever, almost, thinks to comment here. Chew me out. Thank me. Quibble, agree, disagree. Nothing.
I sort of have, in the words of John Kennedy Toole, a confederacy of dunces for an audience.
Stony silence year in year out. Did any of you ever wonder why? Just a thought. No messages, say, from "Diego" in Lisbon, or wherever. For me it has been a blessing really.
Funny thing, about my blog. No one ever, almost, thinks to comment here. Chew me out. Thank me. Quibble, agree, disagree. Nothing.
I sort of have, in the words of John Kennedy Toole, a confederacy of dunces for an audience.
Stony silence year in year out. Did any of you ever wonder why? Just a thought. No messages, say, from "Diego" in Lisbon, or wherever. For me it has been a blessing really.
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