These – very well – may not be the aardvarks you are looking for, but when they engage in celebrity-assisted terpsichorean endeavours of this ineptness how can you resist their beguilements? They have danced until Dawn, but just why the arrival of Dawn does cease their pleasing rhythmic endeavours is best left to those expert inn such matters, or at least those prepared to speculate wildly about why it is – indeed – just so, both in the mainstream media and - of course – the trusty old blogosphere. Places where we know the wildest shores of speculation are often hastened towards with very little preparation, or – indeed – understanding.
Still, humanity is not a race to allow its complete lack of knowledge or understating of the phenomena in question to in any way hamper its wildest speculations, ponderings and sheer guesswork when faced with something it knows not the wot of. So we will place the necessary sacrificial tin of sardines (in tomato sauce) here as an offering to the gods of pontification and hastily don our sturdiest pair of speculating trousers. This, undoubtedly, complemented - of course - by our most favoured pondering cardigan, before heading off to the garden shed of quiet perusal and contemplation in order to study some of the photos of underdressed young ladies in some of most holy – and well-thumbed – texts, in order to come towards some sort of understanding of the phenomena in question.
So, if you would excuse me for a while….
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