Fillum and Theeyater
In Which Your Humble Blogger throws out a question for y’all, just hypothetically.
In Which Your Humble Blogger throws out a question for y’all, just hypothetically.
In Which Your Humble Blogger stands on the outside, looking out.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that the adapter got some other U/non-U things very slightly wrong, unless Antony Wilding is supposed to be non-U.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds something nice to say.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has something better to do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reveals the fallacy of intention, so there, now what are you going to do about it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger continues his theatrical adventures.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is happy, and proud, and grateful, and really, really tired.
In Which Your Humble Blogger managed to hide his anxiety and eagerness behind a facade of nervousness and terror.
In Which Your Humble Blogger steals the idea of three visits from the Adversary, although not so much thr rock-throwing stuff