Much LOL-age
It's Sunday afternoon; I just presented a rather excellent HUGE roast chicken to the rest of the family, and we're all half squiffy on the rather nice fizzy rose plonk. The mrs has retired to the settee and has closed her eyes for a couple of minutes; Urchinus Maximus is busy cuting up stuff with his safety scissors...

... - and they both keep asking me what on earth I am laughing about!

It's kinda hard to reply "I clicked on Lunar Jim's profile and read his whole history of posts to B3TA, hence the tears of laughter and the barely muffled squits of mirth"

Sir - I thank you; you have the turn of phrase of a poet born, and I am struck with the desire to buy you copious amounts of whatever it is you like to drink in a feeble attempt to repay you for the incredible rush of endorphins from the laughing attack promoted by your most excellent posts.

Thank you.
(brumguvnor www.twitter.com/brumguvnor, Sun 27 Apr 2008, 16:55, Reply)