There are of course reasons for it. However, we will not go into that just at the moment as I see you are somewhat inconvenienced by attempting to adopt the stance of an interested onlooker with the potential to become a fully-involved interlocutor, all whilst holding a bespoke badger–irritating cue and an egg whisk.
Not something that can be easily pulled off with the necessary nonchalance, even for one as used to pulling off as your own good self is reputed to be.
Anyway, be that as it may… and it may very well be not… considering the rather tenuous relationship all this has to what we laughingly call reality. After all, if this reality was really real would we need quite so many supposedly-informed pundits telling us how little they really know each night on the daily evening news programmes?
Still, you can’t always get what you want, as Professors Jagger and Richards so eloquently stated in their learned treatise of the same name, at least without falling foul of Russell’s paradox somewhere along the line.
At least, that was my excuse at the trial. Admittedly, the box of weasels liberally coated in extra-virgin olive oil and the pedalo were a bit of a giveaway, but – fortunately, I was able to claim a religious purpose for it all and was able to get off on a technicality.
So, all in all, then, all’s well that ends well… unless of course, it doesn’t.
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