What a weird last few days!
That Steve character is a little too serious. It seems like he has gone for good now. I’m glad he has settled down to spending his time on a more serious site. That’ll keep him busy and off our backs for a while . . .
I think I can say I know Steve better than most. What happened back there in Metaforia 3, was that he forced himself to explain the unexplainable. He is a spatial kinda guy. What he needs is to develop that UKSHADO database and talk it through slowly on the other blog. If you noticed, he suffered from premature extrapolation .
Any moment now, Lucy and I will be pulling our LHD Aston Martin Rapide into Port Credit Yacht Club . . . we’re going to see my buddies, Epstein, Agent Heggle, and Hanse 630e again, after a long sojourn. I called Epstein while Lucy was weaving in and out of traffic at 180 km/h on the 427 South (cloaked) . . . and heard that Sternum, Mac and Agent Joe 90 along with his new wife, Shuo (Showa), are also there. Oh goodie . . . someone for Lucy to hang with while we talk shop.
Too dark to see the new name of the yacht, so we will join the party!
Oh, and Steve thinks he is free? I’m free to warp these lyrics to mean anything I want them to mean.
Source: strawbs – part of the union
I wonder if Steve will be free to play music on his site? ha ha
PS: I scrubbed the “cell phone yes/no” question he asked on those tabs above, and restored the old me and you, sans Steve. Much better.