Boy, what a week. Not being a man of independent means, I still must toil for my daily crust, and this week that included a 24-hour-long workday spanning Tuesday and Wednesday (a software crisis in the Antipodes, now resolved).
I used to do a lot of those as a youthful studio rat, but for a man of my advancing years, they take a heavy toll on what M. Poirot used to call the “little grey cells”.
Back with something more substantial when the fog lifts. For tonight, though, all I have for you is this remarkable lass.
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Yes, indeed, she was amazing. She even got the body language right.
I’ve been to the Antipodes. They are between the Islets of Langherhans and the Salsa di Pomodoros.