An irregular, irreverent, post-modern account of the surreal, the ordinary, and the bizarre happenings on and around the Felia lavender farm in Crete

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Gilbert sent mail

Gilbert sat down at the Mac. Coffee was over for the morning. Anna had left the night before. He decided to email Finn an explanation of how he had tricked the Laz into typing the letter X.

1 comment:

  1. And a very interesting email it was. So much so that I was reminded of that guid Scots word 'blether'. Yes, my dear Sir, you are a blether, but I do not say that to insult you, for I recognise some of the places from whence you are coming, so to speak -- at least I would, if the crypto-amnesia that I have been accused of would allow me to remember them.

    Here's raising a glass of uisge beatha to you and yours.