..."bugger orf laddie, we et it awl." A wizzid replied.
Anubber wizzid piped in, with mutch des-pon-dance; "But ye wouldnae lyk ta go oot an' fetch us sum, would ye? It wood be a moighty quest, fulla danger, hot grease an' the prommizz ove a peece at the ende. Could ye, pleeze? Iffin ye don't, we'll turn ye inna frog."...
A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.
Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.
So yeah, I went and got a blog.