Bits and bobs...

I was sharing a packet of salt and vinegar crisps with Dogtooth down at our local, The Muted Slughorn, a pint of Famous Grouse in front of me and a cigarette set firmly between the mandibles of my chitinous beak, and I happened to mention the infamous CIA insanity Operation Midnight Climax. Dogtooth, displaying previously unsuspected artistic judgement, remarked on the genius of the name. Bearing in mind the lunatic elegance of the Iran-Contra affair, could it be that the Central Intelligence Agency is as much an aesthetic phenomenon as a political entity? Norman Mailer would be pleased.

In response to London Prodigal's call to arms, I would like to suggest as our prime grumble, our flagship whinge, the idiocy of the idea prevalent among the flakier flank of libertarianism, that the legalisation of duelling would be a constructive and sensible move.

A chartered accountant called Greg
Found a pustulent growth on his leg.
Upon having it drained
He was told it contained
A flesh eating parasites egg.

No doubt you are wondering about the image. Well so am I. Someone, or something, slid this picture under my door early this morning. What it can mean I do not know, but perhaps I shall take a leaf out of fellow blogger Perry De Havilland's book, and arm myself with some sort of firearm. On second thoughts, a harpoon would probably be more appropriate...