Soph is doing a webinar which I imagined to be a lecture for baby spiderists. Yes, if you follow me on Twitter you would have seen the seed from whence that gag grew.
I am jealous of the webinarism that’s occurring on my left. There is much hilarity and giggling (with the occasional guffaw, no less) and other kinds of merriment from Soph. I can’t hear the other side of the webinar because she’s plugged in.
But I am mighty jealous that there could be someone out there funnier than I. Me. What I am. I.
I believe the funny webinarist is an American. I might be wrong in this but it doesn’t matter because I hate him. Hate him with every fibre of my being. He is funnier than me. Hate! She shows me a photograph of him. He looks funny, in an amusing kind of way. Hate!!
But I have made her a mug of tea. I’m nice like that.
In other news…
The horses haven’t seen too much of me lately. This will be changing soon, for reasons I can’t go in to right now. Tom, in particular, should take that as a not idle threat.
Oh yes. I’m talking to you, young Tom.
*nods seriously*
Oooh, sounds serious for poor Tom…
Other people have no right to be funny. Damn them. Damn them all to hell.
Could you put up a link to this funny chap’s blog. 😉
Shit, what is your Mrs thinking, talking to someone funny?! You need to keep her in check!