I subscribed to the Economist for Mr. Waffle for Christmas. Yes, I know what you’re thinking, you’re right. What can I say, he’s hard to buy for.
I ordered it the other day and they said it would take three weeks to arrive. I was therefore, understandably, mildly peeved when this evening he waved a copy in front of me and said, “This arrived today for me – is it my Christmas present?”
“Happy Christmas”.
In completely unrelated news, I am inexplicably fascinated by the deeply offensive Horse Outside. Maybe it’s because I’m half Limerick myself.
Yikes. I studied Economics once and I don’t think my brain has ever recovered from the shock. Mr. Waffle must be bursting with brains but how irritating his present arrived so speedily.
Am appalled at how much I appreciate Horse Outside. To the extent that I find myself humming it and trying to remember the lyrics. Fitzy and the Mitsi and Enda, who “have a Honda” are my favourite bits – aside from the horse aka Billie Piper. Very cruel, but very clever. Doubly appalled when I read tonight that Willie O’ Dea has been defending it, saying he thinks it’s “hilarious”.
Amaranthine, there isn’t so much economics actually, that’s covered at the back and you can skip right over it, though am sure he does not (she adds loyally).
M, yes it is disturbing. They’ve been on liveline. What more does Limerick want?