Bowi wrote: There was no gobsec on hand to poetrify the magnificence of the awesomeness of the rolling pelaton; it just was.
i regret to admit that i was not present in any of the groupings this morning, so i cannot assist in the description of the perambulations of the peleton. but i can, if you wish, poeticise the putridness of my head cold:
lurgy and sandpaper throat
coughing up a phlegm moat
splutter mutter and sputum
family cries "just mute him!"
bowi, now that you are again a welcome regular on the ride, and the master of the prose is back in his rightful position at the top of the podium, i think i can now safely hang up my word processor, hand back my apprenticeship and reduce my compositional contributions to the level where people no longer groan when they see my avatar appear.
i have been wondering whose lead to follow. Ness, with his wonderfully whimsical reflections on the activities of the day? Outlook, saving his contributions for the pithy, the pretend grumpy, the proclamation of innocence? Kaz, with her always hilarious one liners and great sense of ba boom!? Heygeorgie with her effortless flow of prose? Speccy- sparse but always germane? Bobm and Gillies with their public private slanging- bros prose. and all the others, who contributions leave me speechless with admiration.
too much richness of writing to be able to decide. maybe i will just write on a post-it-note and stick it on the front of my computer to remind me of my rightful place in the order of things. perhaps i will write "your writing is like your riding: hack."
yes, that's what i will do. ***cough*** ***splutter*** ***hack***