| February | 24 |
| 2005 |
Somehow I missed this post a while ago on a blog called The Virtual Stoa. I'm glad someone has alerted me to it. I was getting a bit blase about the comparisons with Vicky Pollard. Widmerpool is much more worthwhile.
UPDATE: This post on the same blog takes things further. As one of the commenters puts it, referring to a picture of me:
Good grief. I may well throw up. The solemnly raised eyes. The collapsed temple formed with the hands. The lips drawn down in an expression of reverences. The suit that's tailor-made to conceal acres of flab. I imagine that one could get lost in an ocean of lard, just from picking the fluff out of the tummy-hole.
Good to know they care.

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