The Right Honourable Mr. Andrew Eason (for Upton East) sent me this elaborate missive. Mostly I think that he's reminding me that he suggested that I start a blog, I think.

Due to its truly singular nature I will quote the mail in full:

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To the New World, Her Majesty's representative in the Matter of the Limp Cheetahs sends herewith GREETING;

It being this twenty-fifth day of August Anno Domini Two Thousand and Four, and the Moon being in her eighth Cycle, the Man or Serendipitous Occurance known hereinafter as the Knave Atkinson, did wilfully Pack his Encumbrances and hurtle Westwards across the perilous Depths of the Atlantic Ocean. His abandoned friends, knowing the Exuberant Protuberance (him, again, the Doubtful Knight of Penwortham) to be a creature of joyful turmoil, duly expect frenzied missives extolling the Prime Virtues of Jersey Coffee and pictures of himself and his Good Lady (She of the Glamorous and Costly Swimwear) disporting themselves to the general delight of the American Populace, in a selection of guises and happenstance constellations of whimsy and excitement.

With this communication, Her Majesty desires me to impress upon all you who read this, the ultimate Importance she attaches to descriptions of the manners,
customs, etc of the Atlantean Denizens so that She might be informed and empowered to establish Colonies and Trading Posts, should it become Her wish to act in this branch of her mighty Realm.

WHEREAS the Animated Sackcloth of Earnings is concerned, it is appreciated by ALL PARTIES that the need for establishing convivial relationships with one's co-workers (hereinafter referred to as the Phosphorescent Dukes of Montclair) is an exacting and onerous duty which will of necessity take precedence over other matters. Be it remembered, however, that the Fund of Anecdote is a Seasonal Water and it is best to have the memory Primed by epistolary activity resulting in the laying-down of velocity-currents whereby the Fluid Electricity of thought can more readily be transcribed across the Etheric Tunnel of the Intercollision-web.

Opaquely yours,

Andre, Duc De Balon.

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I protested that I wouldn't have to write about but then this little jem dropped out of ms. vicars mouth and I began to think that I may be wrong:
"Guess who's coming to the restaurant on friday?"
"um, I don't know." (absolutely true)
"The Sopranos cast!"

A quintessential joisey experince, no? So, I think I know where I may be lurking on friday...