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This will (possibly) interest five people—my entire readership, la!
I should have mentioned this years ago: Amy's bear, Wally, looks more than a little like a Tedi, one of the beautiful, floppy-limbed, darned-together, remorseless enemies of the Squirrel High Command in Conker's Bad Fur Day, the greatest game ever played. The longer one regards Wally, the eviler he looks.
Did you know . . . since 1997, Eiður Guðjohnsen has been the only player in the Iceland football team whose personal name lacks a patronym ending in -son, and that he is one of only fourteen Iceland players ever so impoverished? Freak.
So: a can of Irn Bru, a couple of pork pies, an egg, and a Twirl might not be traditional Burns supper fare, but this ghastly feast did what it had to.
Two years of navel fluff.
Or, Long Island upside down.