Which puts that that mournful Sixties lament: “Might as well rain until September” (not that rain wouldn’t be welcome here; I’m just surprised how fast the year has gone.)
Despite the relative innocence of last week’s words,
they still conjured up plenty of throat gagging nastiness, but I most admired Nestean’s
twisty thinking in Jim’s ‘The Chosen III’, which promises much in the way
of future episodes.