Hi W,
Things aren’t going quite to plan with the X factor, and I wondered if you would help us out a bit here. Those foreign folks at BBTV have posted some kind of questionnaire at the back of my Women’s World Wide Institution magazine. It's most unfair & bias, and with it being right next to that nice family man Gordon Romunlan's new moose recipe, the editor had to cut a few of the ingredients for the moose-gravy out of the page. The soccer mums are all going crazy, as this Gordon guy is a great soccer player himself. (I think with that face he must have played in goal – looks like he’s kept his mask on too.)
They asked if you could speak to that nice man from England to complain. Proving my foreign credentials, I told them his name is Sir Winston Churchill. Only one mom had heard of him, but wondered about the "Sir" bit. I explained that meant he was friends with that odd organic man who actually married his moose (the WWWI moms never heard of “organic”, but again, I could explain all: like Hussie can’t eat people anymore, Organics can’t eat moose anymore. They understood then) and they got so intrigued, they insisted I write to you. If I'm honest, a few thought I should write to Hussie’s local major, Jerry, but I didn't understand the point of that.
So Chuck, about this recipe... the bit that got cut out was: you give the antlers – they’re the wooden sticks in the head - to the young ‘uns to play with. When they're nicely broken down to size (the sticks, not the young ‘uns) you put them in a big pot of hot water. Then you add...
Hot diggiddy dog,, I keep doing that recently: I'm asked about one thing and start talking about something else entirely. :-)
While I think of it, can you ask Cheesey about education? I really don’t know what he does now, or what I’m going to do come January, so wondered if I get control of education. I’m not planning any for the folks back home, just Johnnie’s mates – they keep suggesting I keep going off on triangles, but then some of them talk about tangles instead. They really should learn about math, as I know triangles are round things that measure percentages, and I was told I’m not allowed to talk about those – if a question comes up, I go off on a triangle about something totally irrelevant: “answer the question you want, not the one posed." It’s good advice too, W.
Not that math matters anymore, as I saw that banner that Paulie’s son, Bruce, had in the crowd. You got him to buy a load of gummy stuff haven’t you, so he’s going to turn everything from red to green?
Anyway, I’ve gone off on a triangle again. Back to this quiz in WWW land. Gordon is a charming man, although he does use words my off-spring, Trojan, shouldn't hear & my husband (I would mention his name, but none of us remember it, so I can't) does too much - can you imagine, I’m soon going to be changing a baby on that fine desk you're paid to now sit at? Accidents happen, but Pope Peter said no contraception, and Pope Peter II (the Kraut one) still agrees, so here we are, with young Toy Solider II in our lap now.
Well, this questionnaire asks all sorts of nice questions about that chatty lady Offie. You know her, the black one on TV. But different to Hussie’s wife (don't really know how they tell the difference, they all look the same, but apparently she's a different one). It – the quiz, not TV, which is good - makes a mockery of that report that found I'd done nothing wrong in sacking people I don’t like, which is why I'm writing really (still getting caught up in these bloody triangles): Johnnie’s friends said I should, as you can make things happen. That’s what they said anyway.
This is getting long now, so I should pause - working mom you know, can't do too much all in one day! I'll get back to you tomorrow W...
SPINE
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