A cloud is just a clown with a cold.
 

yep! as teh poat snagn 'i wonderd loanley as a clown...'
 

That was no poet, Arlington, that was "The Colony of Slippermen" by Genesis.
 

I had to sit a test once that included cloud type recognition. I can therefore view this discussion among obvious laymen, with a pleasurable lofty detachment. A happy new year to you and good morning.
 

Drat. I was just going to say it, but my pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicavolcanoconiosis intervened.
 

I really am sorry, your predictability was well, sometimes , it’s abysmal The point is; you stick with me, happiness, big eats, largesse etc., you go with him (
 

I posted the above to show how closely overwork was to us all, apart from the poncey English pricks who don’t actually work but only give the impression…….
 

Oh I must explain myself Jake and the other readers. A prime example of the dangers of talking to someone in the room while trying to be funny in the comments and being a bit the worse for wear as well.
At the time I was giving a first rate funny mimic of a prick at work who goes on about “The English” to annoy me, since he thinks I have an English accent and by default am a lazy “poncey Englishman“. Of course, to the English I sound like Billy Connolly.
Even drunk I meant no harm, I know of lots of poncey Englishmen who work like Trojans.
The upside is that I have discovered I can touch type after a fashion and no, I’ll leave it there I think.
Least said.
 

I know of lots of poncey Englishmen who work like Trojans.

They prevent unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases?
 

Dr. E's authentic celtic gibberish translates as "I'd gladly f**k a canny brioche, dickhead!" It's their version of a flying fuck at a rolling donut, I believe. It's meant to evoke the sad history of the "wild geese" who left Ireland after the rising of 1798 and settled in Paris.