This being back in full time work lark is a bit intrusive. Early starts, crowded commutes, missing the school drop off and pick up, drinking curtailed, less time to write breathless prose like this.
But it’s structure – which is important, so I’m told. And they’ll pay me. Sometime soon. And if it ever feels a little like this…
At least it’ll never anywhere near as bad as this…
First, I wrap my arm in a skin for protection
Then I crawl in the pit.
Let’s light the place up a bit.
There she is
Those are her eggs.
I let her take my protected arm, sort of like noodling for fish.
Then my buddy pulls me out with snake attached.
Ain’t she a beaut?
Whoa, that’s a biggie.
(Thanks to Colt Monday and yougottobekidding, from where I nicked these – though goodness knows the original source.)
So now you know how the miracle happened. Obvious when you think about it really. Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all. (The cartoon is an episode of The Adventures of Festy O’Semtex, from the July 1st 1994 edition of Phoenix Magazine, Dublin.)