~ A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR~
This story will not be continuing at the present time. In the comments in Chapter Four the storyline was stolen by a reader and left the author feeling that a clear view of where the story was going had been lost or, at least, confused. The author is aware that someone wrote on another blog, "Parallel conversation is an art." The author is pretty sure that pigs can fly.
ENJOY YOURSELF AS YOU PERUSE THE BLOGS. FEEL FREE TO SIN, IF THAT'S YOUR THING.
That author sounds like a real moaner.
RispondiEliminaJust saying.
Yes, he's getting crotchety.
RispondiEliminaAt what tempo?
RispondiEliminaRBB
Go fill your bagpipes with all that hot air.
RispondiEliminaRBB
Yes, crotchety.
RispondiEliminaYour dick hangs like the tail on a single quaver.
RispondiEliminaYou call that a counterpoint?
RispondiEliminaGet rooted you fanny (and use your vibrato to help you).
You wouldn't know counterpoint if it bit you on the arse, or Robert's arse, for that matter.
RispondiEliminaI'm sure that Robert's arse is more spirit than matter, given that he's a fervent Catholic and all.
EliminaWell, he does have a cello and you're just a bagpipes fellow. A windbag.
RispondiEliminaWhatever ...
EliminaI'm off to toddler sit. Crotchet = 240.
RispondiElimina