Dave Walsh decides its time to move on…
Well folks, this is it, the final curtain. After 7 years at the helm of blather.net, it’s time to call it a day. Earlier this week, I was approached by a Dublin-based marketing firm. After lengthy negotiations, I decided that it was high time that I made some money out of this carry-on, and buy the farm I’ve always dreamed about. Note: Any claims that the takeover was hostile are spurious and without foundation. I’m sure the new owners will provide as much entertainment as I have tried to…
Be seein’ ya!
(April 2nd: And yes… this was an April Fools joke…)
There is ALWAYS outrage. We ARE outrageous.
Well, I meant outrage that you’d sold out.
Nothing worse than selling out when no-one’s buying
i was outraged that he posted this after noon, causing me much concern, and making me send a daft email.
Occultist that doesn’t know the 12 noon rule! Pah!
I OBJECT!
1) I’m not an occultist, I’m a sensualist with a sense of humour
2) It was only after midday in some places, and some realities
that “april fool’s day ends at noon” was originally an april fool which has become accepted reason.
Do the Irish have the expression “he bought the farm”? “Rumours of my death are greatly exagerrated.”–Mark Twain, on his newspaper obituary in (I believe) a London newspaper
Brant – this was my allusion. It’s not a common term here, but it would be known.