Distancing of Some Sort
[Please excuse the brackets. I don’t really know what to tell you today. When I virtually turned up at the virtual workplace this morning, Content Provider was not virtually there, nor virtually anywhere else in the hacienda or estate. His favourite horse is also missing.
I have no idea where he is. If you see him, please contact this blog immediately. And probably the police as well.
On his desk, he left the document pictured below. While I am personally pleased to see that he has retained the proof-reading skills I taught him and the relevant mark-up symbols, what he has actually marked on the Chief Examiner’s report leads me to believe that he may have taken the nick that none of you attempted the examination he provided for you, and that this nick-taking may be connected to his disappearance and non-availabilityness to provide content today.
I have no idea what I am going to do. Well, I do: I am going to call an emergency meeting of all the staff and hangers-on of the blog. But, after that, I have no idea what I am going to do. Ideas welcome. Terms and conditions apply. – Ed.]
[Me again. I have just found out that he also left the song below playing on a loop on one of the computers on his virtual desk. You know what he’s like – you’d better listen to the lyrics.
The meeting did not go well, by the way. The PhD students are completely freaked out and think they have no supervisor now and cannot, therefore, differentiate, Legal are not sure whether or not the owner of the blog can sue the Content Provider for not fulfilling the duties of his title as, in law if not in life, they are the same person and the Spanish servants are all in tears and inconsolable. And the Finance Director is as much use as an ashtray on a motorbike. I have sent her for an early siesta with the Spanish staff.
This is an absolute clusterfruck of a conundrum. I will keep you posted. In the meantime, if you find any hints in the song, let me know. – Ed.
7 thoughts on “Day 47”
Far too many Kummings and goings on this blog this week.
Stick with it – it has turned into a sort of Canterbury Tales … for a while
Never did like Chaucer. Whose turn is it tomorrow? The part-time wife of Bath?
Fruck nose. You will have to tune in to find out. Who are you, anyway?