Well, looks as if I've found you, my unsubstantial friend, my blog-soul-brother. While the pirates whisked you away to toil in an ivory tower, they took me from sweet home Pensacola in good-ole lower Alabama to wallow in wonderful debaucherous dives for a year and scrawl my Scottish (Edinburgh) schooling on the perils of prehistory. Now, after one of those vicarious nights, I have been manhandled to the darkest, wettest, dirtiest isle an archaeologist has ever laid spade to...Ireland.
'nough of the crappy illiterations, pitiful puns and pageantry at the expense of my new found kin. Ok, I'll stop...
Anyhow, got a little inspired when my director, Stuart, introduced me to his friends blog by reading some of the gems his undergrads had written for their finals. "Howdy", Michael from Leeds if you ever make it to this neck of blogsylvania.
Well, the ole whiskey bottle that keeps me writing has been a bit dry lately. But I think I hear the keg rolling back my way...there is definitely something afoot but can't say anything just yet.
Later
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There you go again dropping hints to tease me about what might be happening. You are evil!! I can't think of anyone who lives there! Talk to you soon!
Emmy
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