Geeklawyer is using up his global warming carbon surplus: all year he walks to work instead of taking the bus or train; he recycles his beer bottles, hugs trees and refuses to fart for reluctance to admit methane into the atmosphere.
Now he can splurge his eco savings in the annual orgy of reckless premature carbon ejaculation. He is skiing in Mayrhofen, or to be exact, glorious Hintertux.
After an altogether delightful evening entwined in Ruthie, who is oddly quite nice in the, er, flesh, he kipped the remainder of the night on the floor of Stanstead airport (home of cheap flying for the masses) surrounded by noisy drunken chav scum; but enough of the pilots since the passengers were even worse. Together all three contrived to ensure Geeklawyer got only 4 hours sleep. And if that were not bad enough his Alzheimer riddled mother rang him in the night to spout demented rantings of filial abandonment. He thus writes this article in his chalet room after minimal sleep and only 3 pints of beer. Even beastly calculating stone hearted Ruthie wouldn’t begrudge him the odd spelling error …
Therefore, for the next 18 days of this skiing intermission Geeklawyer surrenders to Ruthie, on a temporary licence, this blog. My heavens how she has dreamt of those words this past year. She has plotted and planned, connived cajoled dissembled and intrigued with this one aim: unbridled executive blog power.
Yes, for all her liberal talk she is a tyrannical Jezebel. But she has omitted to gain the one true token of power: the seignorial ring, the root password. This remains within the firm grip of Geeklawyer who, therefore, retains ultimate power.
Howl Ruthie, howl your impotent rage into the night sky.
Geeklawyer will post once every few days or more if he can. But in any event he will monitor his blog closely. Be warned Ruthie, be warned.
Enjoy the piste… Be sure… I shall be about on the comments section
In fact…, quite probably, tomorrow or Saturday night…
Bugger bugger bugger. I was about to blog of my joy at having unbridled rein, but it appears my activities are being monitored even from abroad.
And for fear of any readers getting the wrong idea, Ruthie had dinner with Geeklawyer last night. Which she paid for. Again.
Hey Dan….I’m thinking of buying a hat
Making love in a barrister’s wig is an image (or activity) which does not appeal to my personal needs or taste - but I do understand why you may have used the metaphor or ‘imagery’ on this particular comment section.
I have been to ‘Google’ to see if there is a barristerwigfetish.com. (”Did not match any documents”) I was fairly safe in doing so - not much interest out there on the net on this topic. God knows what results would appear for ‘estate agent’ or ’solicitor’.
I then developed my research, on a number of search engines, to see if anyone had an interest in barristers from a recreational point of view. It appears not. This may well explain why barristers, at the pinnacle of their careers, tend to have affairs with each other. Is there anything in the Code of Conduct about this particular activity?
I thought better of pursuing my research on google into other professions.
I hope this helps….
a piu tarde, geeklawyer. Ski well. I am only glad that you are not an actor - for then I would have to say ‘break a leg’ - not altogether helpful advice given your present ‘off piste’ activities.
Geeklawyer: I pray in aid the old case of Tuberville v Savage.
I have spent a few moments considering the possible cause of action whereby I could be sued in circumstances where, having expressed a wish that you ‘break a leg’ - you should actually go on to do so. I am not familiar with the laws of Haiti or Voodoo ritual so, it may be, that I am not fully informed on this occasion.
As I did not ‘do’ so and you have not ‘done’ so - all is well with the world.
I do worry, sometimes, about the amount of tequila and grappa I drank when I was merely an apprentice ferryman. It may well be coming back to roost now.
As to the keynote - raring to go. I do hope the other bloggers attending understand that I am going to be addressing them in person - although I too, have to remain anonymous - so may I suggest that we set up the conference room with a series of curtained booths for each attendee (or at least for those who wish to be anonymous) or you ,’qua’ conference organiser, nip off to Millet’s and buy a decent number of black balaclavas?
Personally, I intend to attend in a 17th century plague mask.