Re: You, Mr Footleby-Protherue, prawn or shrimp,
> need to change gear. "But," you object, "I am not wearing anything. It > is far too hot to," what with the flies, the perpetual bellydancing of > rival teleologies, the ginger offerings of votive mayonnaise to a > dottily wallpapered wife... > > I mean change gear, as in stop making that awful racket. YOU think > it's quiet "inside, intime to the muzak" and no-one can hear. Well, > let me tell you this: the godawful din of your frustrations hangs over > town centre like 160,000 flaming fuming turkeys (baneful, sootiful). > And all because somewhere, once upon a time, maybe from a standup > priest from Warsaw or Walsall one rainy Sun am, you heard that it was > "unseemly, not niceth" to go around doing whatever it is you have > since spent your whole life carefully going around not doing, to the > applause of no doubt earwigs at all. And all because he swayed > backwards and forwards...