You know, that might be the answer - to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That's a trick that never seems to fail.
The Grand Old Dame makes another appearance in yet another hurried post as I hurtle towards Christmas with nary a concern for my health and sanity! I'm going to miss her when she's gone . It will be as depressing as the time I realised that the Keanu Reeves' character in The Matrix has the poncey name of Neo , rather than the subtle genius of Neil as the Christ figure of the pretend world. I could get behind a saviour called Neil.