If the title of this piece reads suspiciously similar to another, what can I say in response, but, “No flying objects on you… mate?”
That was some pseudo-Australian communication. I have done my time. You should know this by now. After all, what else do you do with yours?!
Because life is mostly as hectic as reading a magazine in a tornado, I want to assist your interpretive eye, by refining the focus of your content. Don’t be too concerned. It is free. I come cheap. And rarely-if-ever nasty. Although I can sometimes be spirited in the reading-active-sense. Maybe this is coming through.
I shall not pump up any more volume.
The title should have well-encapsulated. That line reminds of the best of British. You may well want to Brexit it now.
Haven’t I already convinced you of this friend with benefits?!
But seriously, I believe this will be more than worth your while. Take a look around.
How can you resist? Don’t answer that!
I have plenty of light levity with my common discourse, but when it is appropriate, I can get right sumo-like-heavy with some Sally-the-dumptruck-seriousness. He was also an outsider, but was more than serious in the arena. Go on then, throw your salt. Huh? If you are confused, I watched this guy on TV many years back now, so I have some broadly-vague-ish ideas about his wrestling career, and the culture of this Japanese activity.
If you are doubting me more like Thomas, you’ll have to stick around and see.
This King is now off his writing throne!
For the Fame of His Name