Well, here I am in the the 21st. century still equipped with a 19th. century mind. In my dotage I find myself "Blogging". Now, over the last 65 years I have in all honesty done and even practised (usually unsucessfully) some strange pastimes but blogging never!
It's been a funny old weekend rescued only by the company of good friends. On the home front I have been under siege following my return from Crete. I stand accused of being a humbug, a dissembler, a deceiver, a tartufe; this calumnous slander of my veracity I vigorously deny.
Well, say I to the accusing shitniks, Arse. I really did see the posted ad. for the Cretin night and the fact that it was almost 11 of the clock p.m. is the reason I did not have upon me my camera to add supporting evidence, short of purloining a board measuring about 2ft. 6" by 4ft and carrying the sodding thing back to the hotel with the attendant risk to life and limb by enraged Cretins I could only expect to have my story believed. Further, the refusal of my detractors to visit the site of the restaurant in the cold light of day the following morning only reinforces my sense of betrayal. The fact that these same doubters plus a coachload of others saw the later ad. outside Heraklion (Real Greek Food) has not softened the opinion of Mrs. C and others that I am tantamount to being a lying toad.
Sincerely, Eustace Mc Gargle
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At such times when the nay-sayers loom large and cast dark shadows, I often find a hearty and rousing cry of "gallo vos gallo" is the very tonic that brings the shine back.
Pacis frater - be well.
I wholly believe in the enriching, nay, healing experience that a Cretin night can provide.
Cretinous delights are to be savoured and not mocked. To those neatniks who would mock such attempts at shitnik integration I would also retort with the explito-posterior.
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