No sign of my Cloud 14 there. Actually my Cloud 14 has receded somewhat when I was meant to be approaching it steadily. Never mind, I'll get there (or bust), and of course you have no idea what I am talking about, obviously, but I like to (or perhaps am best to) be enigmatic sometimes, obviously; and this will have to be my last blog activity anywhere - posts or comments, universe-wide - until I reach Cloud 14 (or bust)... I hope to return in a less enigmatic mood, sometime hopefully not to far away.
You are obviously not going to become a certain president's chief advisor nor commander on the "Gerald Ford". That leaves but one possibility. Not to jeopardise your quest, I won't mention it here, though. It's enough that you and I know. May the hop be with you.
I assure you squire, that it is highly, nay certainly, unlikely that you know; but the man has sent a missive by carrier pigeon to assure me that he is now about one third there and not yet bust. I did declare that this report may break his enigmatic silence but he did declare that a message from me is not a message from him, obviously. Hmm... Cuckoo signing in Cuckooburra tree?
Dear signing anonymous Don. What a pity you did not know of a wormhole enabling you to deliver the man's – as you choose to call my dear friend Andrew – missive personally. I might have felt inclined to share a Belhaven Black and a wee dram of 'Big Peat', a fine Islay Blended Malt, produced only in a small batch. But don't worry. I shall drink yours for you. :) So relieving to know that your windmillish quest to valorously fight colon and right parenthesis wherever you'd stumble upon has ended. As for your message which is none of him: I am pleased to read that my dear friend Andrew is on his way from Cloud four to Cloud five on his quest that I by no means would jeopardise by broadcasting its aim to the whole world. May hop and Malt be with him.
No sign of my Cloud 14 there. Actually my Cloud 14 has receded somewhat when I was meant to be approaching it steadily. Never mind, I'll get there (or bust), and of course you have no idea what I am talking about, obviously, but I like to (or perhaps am best to) be enigmatic sometimes, obviously; and this will have to be my last blog activity anywhere - posts or comments, universe-wide - until I reach Cloud 14 (or bust)... I hope to return in a less enigmatic mood, sometime hopefully not to far away.
ReplyDeleteYou are obviously not going to become a certain president's chief advisor nor commander on the "Gerald Ford". That leaves but one possibility.
DeleteNot to jeopardise your quest, I won't mention it here, though. It's enough that you and I know.
May the hop be with you.
I assure you squire, that it is highly, nay certainly, unlikely that you know; but the man has sent a missive by carrier pigeon to assure me that he is now about one third there and not yet bust. I did declare that this report may break his enigmatic silence but he did declare that a message from me is not a message from him, obviously. Hmm... Cuckoo signing in Cuckooburra tree?
DeleteYes, signing, no typo from an anonymous Don
DeleteDear signing anonymous Don.
DeleteWhat a pity you did not know of a wormhole enabling you to deliver the man's – as you choose to call my dear friend Andrew – missive personally. I might have felt inclined to share a Belhaven Black and a wee dram of 'Big Peat', a fine Islay Blended Malt, produced only in a small batch.
But don't worry. I shall drink yours for you. :)
So relieving to know that your windmillish quest to valorously fight colon and right parenthesis wherever you'd stumble upon has ended.
As for your message which is none of him: I am pleased to read that my dear friend Andrew is on his way from Cloud four to Cloud five on his quest that I by no means would jeopardise by broadcasting its aim to the whole world.
May hop and Malt be with him.
Nice to know we share cloud formations.
ReplyDeleteAren't we all living in cloud-cuckoo-land? :)
DeleteYour sky is always so eloquent. I think it knows that, on Friday, you will share it with the world.
ReplyDeleteAs for me, I'll never go higher than Cloud 13.
[...] It was always Johnny's rule
DeleteTo be looking at the sky
And the clouds that floated by; [...]
You may replace Johnny by Sean. :)