Yep, fellow Fortsters, heralded for a month or so, I have finally
arrived & to prove it... this is me.The call, when it came, caught me
unawares. I'd been to town to collect a tandoori takeaway & it was bloody
gridlock. Fact I was actually banging my head rhythmically in frustration
against the steering wheel when The Wiz came through loud & clear on my
Bluetooth earpiece.
Seems I've hit the Big Time, then. That's Life. Things happen, it's what
things do. If the fates had differently conspired, I might just as
easily have been re-incarnated as an Orange Pip...were it not, of
course, that merit in the end always wins through. As was once memorably
observed:-Some are born great, some achieve greatness, & some have
greatness thrust upon them. So all you lesser mortals out there, don't
give up hope. As a friend of mine was wont to point out, no one can make
you feel inferior without your consent....& he stole that from Eleanor
Roosevelt...& she too hit the Big Time.
Some of you, understandably, may well wonder where I'm coming from....&
have I any previous. Well,that WOULD be telling! What with the IWF, the
FBI & the CIA all with their complimentary ringside seats in loving
attendance here, not to speak of the legions of cross-posting spammers,
ignorance & stupidity sadly being high among the World's Renewable
Resources..... Still I can reasonably assure the diggers & the delvers
that my credentials are impeccable. Good God, I was ink monitor & milk
monitor at my school & all my teachers were exceedingly fond of me, so
much so that...oh, I'm ignoring my own cautions.... besides forgetting
that I'm now more of a rumpled Dumbledore than the frisky young dolphin
from that fast-fading hinterland of childhood where we spent each
shining hour racing around chirruping like robins in spring.
Enough! Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived
forwards. Then farewell The Wiz....Barkis is willing.
So Goodbye for now every peoples and I will write again whenever.
In the meantime-
You just call out my name,
And you know wherever I am
Ill come running,
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your 'umble servant,
quid$ditch
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