Er - FELLOW humans, that is. Your Humble Scribe got away from work early tonight, as England are playing a ballfoot game in The Word Coupe (sp?) or some such shizzle. As any fule kno, Conrad cares not a whit about the ballfoot game, but is quite happy to take an opportunity and grasp it in both sausage-fingered mitts.
Now, because I've not even had any tea, nor yet made tomorrow's lunch, I'm going to cheat and post ANOTHER set of links, because I can, and it's not as if anyone is paying to read this scrivel, are they? Art!
I know, I know - what happened to her other shoe!
ANYWAY
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