![]() ![]() Ster’s chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum humph. (Ivoeh!) the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brew. Shop Illicit,įlourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flopĪ deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong Haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me. So let’s just put some spoiler space in the form of a novel quote from the utterly bananapants book, Finnegan’s Wake, by James Joyce - after the Joyce passage, THERE BE SPOILERDRAGONS. Obviously, what we’re dealing with now doesn’t compare with the disease(s?) inside Wanderers, and thankfully so - but it is sometimes a wee bit spooky to see the comparisons, and -Īh, now is when I tell you this post is about to get a bit spoilery? Because by its nature, it must. ![]() It’s weird right now, having written a big-ass pandemic book during the time of a potential pandemic. ![]()
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