Monday, December 14, 2020


Some (many) of my fellow pipe smokers are neurotic, and a few (some) are complete noodges. This is an observation based on exposure to a huge number of them. And while I enjoy having something which is important to me in common with other people, the neuroses and noodgery are less appealling.

They are like the 'Knights Who Say "Ni" ', who demand another shrubbery, placed here beside this first shrubbery, only slightly higher, so you get a two-level effect, with a little path running down the middle .....

So there are times when I enjoy seeing them discomfitted.

Or even quite upset.


Ecky, ecky, ecky, ecky pikang zoom boing ......
There is a pestilence upon this land, nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history. So it makes complete sense that, sometimes, you cannot get what you want, and I hate to tell you this but that's not made anymore, and the supply of this product IS limited, and will NOT increase to meet demand, or if it does it will take a few years so whining about it now won't do any good.
And it won't look very nice and might be too expensive in any case.

Let me mention the arrangement and design of shrubberies again.

There are rumours that an iconic product will be discontinued. Consequently it has been hard to find in recent weeks, because even though it's crap, panic-buying and hoarding have set in. Not seriously pursuing the facts, calling up the company for statements affirming or denying the alleged end of the world and civilization as we know it, but downright insane purchases of enough of it to last a lifetime.

Gentlemen, if you have tonnes of it, that could stabilize either end of your toilet paper monolith. Use it to shore up the walls of your bomb shelter. Trade it for handsanitizer and ammo.

Heck, sell your Beanie Baby collection to buy more.
Liquidate your Elvis memorabilia.

Shan't mention what the product is. It's garbage in any case, and I don't want to encourage the madness. Some of y'all quite nuts enough already.

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