Prickly, Barefoot, Lounging in the Chez

March 14, 2006

Dilys too is prickly, on all kinds of occasions. But the haunting notes of the cosmic ditty, How Can You Talk to Them if They Won't Make Sense [ed.: Lost it in the comments, dintcha...?], segueing into How Can You Miss Them if They Won't Go Away, waft from several village bandstands today.

Brains washed daily courtesy of Instapundit, whose amusement at the foolishness of his fellow man springs ever green. An inspiration.