Let's have a a bit of a chat. Pull up a chair. Not that one it's broken. That's better. Thing is, you're just not pulling your weight. I know, I know, you've been busy. But how on earth do you expect me to provide pithy input that will kick start your cerebral metabolism if you don't give me some raw materials?
So you need to help. You used to be so good. Comments about posts that led to more posts that led to long discussions about life the universe and everything, even at one stage attracting the interest of a blog called Life, the Universe and Everything.
At the moment my head is full of quite a lot of stuff I can't tell you without having to swear you to secrecy. I tried swearing the internet to secrecy once. Not easy but I got off with a fine.
So here's the deal. It's your turn. Please post suggestions of topics from the minefield in which you'd like MSS to stomp and I'll do my best. Ask embarrassing questions. Make me entertain you. And on that note, a tale to end...
At St John's, Nottingham the service books were constantly being removed from the chapel by students preparing future acts of corporate worship. The number of books dwindled and, despite an amnesty, eventually a reprint was necessary.
The reprinted copy had something like this text at the front. 'This book belongs in the Chapel of St John's College, Nottingham. If you find it anywhere else please feel free to ask embarrassing questions.'
Finding a copy of the book in the college chaplain's study, it is said that one student asked the Chaplain, now the Bishop of Down and Dromore, 'Harold. What colour are your underpants?'