Maybe we’re just getting moribund. I had a strange feeling of moribundity over Christmas. It came over me again last night.

The Sir Toby thread suggested that the proprietor was letting the blog wither on the vine a long time ago. The thread had also gone to the heart of the issue in its groundhog day obsession with the proprietor and the project. Take these away, Sir Toby dies, OST dies, we all die.

I’d have thought the time was ripe for a takeover. Unfurl the Jolly Roger, come alongside and swing the mizen from the yardarm. Don’t spare the horses, James. Avast there, haargh haargh Jim lad! Pieces of eight!