The other day, Algebrand and I were bemoaning the fact that we were both decidedly middle aged-and grumpy to boot!. I said to Algebrand: 'there is nothing we can do about it so you might as well accept the fact (case closed, I thought).
'Actually you are wrong', Algebrand said, (with a feverish mad-scientist look in his goaty eyes), 'I was looking through the 'Boys Own' annual from 1936, and I think I have found a recipe for eternal life'. With little more ado (accept for a hop and a jump) Algebrand proceeded to ladle out a spoonful of the foul and miasmic brew that he had been boiling on the kitchen hob.
Before I had a chance to remonstrate with him, Algebrand had swallowed the lot. 'That was good', Algebrand said, before turning green and scaly. 'How do I look', said Alge? 'Like a prince in waiting', I replied. 'Ribbit', said Alge, 'ribbit...ribbit...
2007-02-03
03:24:38
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