You may have heard rumours that the aquatic life on Mars is less than satisfactory. However, I’m here to tell you that, but for a little dust storm every so often, the fishing is extratunaordinary with bells and whistles, and an occasional crabby crustacean. Soon enough, Hale crater will be invaded by reckless teenagers from other, less salubrious (read extinct) water flows and I’ll be forced to seek out new life and boldly go, or go boldly, down the avenue.
Meanwhile, well, meanwhile, stay a while, and doze in a daze. When the time comes, you may hitch a lift with me in the PeskyCATarian-mobile.
I’ve always been a big fan of castles and, in particular, the Hollywood castles frequented by that delicious fellow from Tasmania, Mr Errol Flynn. Remember him in The Adventures of Robin Hood? Does it get any better than that? Only if you have tuna-flavoured dainties to nibble as Robin and Maid Marian (the equally lovely Olivia de Havilland who just celebrated her 100th – you read me – 100th birthday – she lives in Paris – Happy Birthday Ms de Havilland, hope the tuna cake was spankingly great) – where was I? – yes, as they ride off to their honeymoon on the Great Barrier Reef where the castles are scarce but the Longtail and Yellow fin tuna are swimmingly abundant.
Or one might even say, especially good old ‘Z,’ toiling away there at the end of the alphabet, never complaining, just zigging and zagging around as though it was the commonest letter ever.
No airs and graces for ‘Z’, no indeedy, particularly as there’s no ‘z’ in either airs or graces. So many silly jokes, so little time, so little patience. Never mind. Go well, friends, and enjoy all the scrumptious letters of our superb language, especially those that create syzygy. Treat yourself to a syzygy viewing sometime soon, just because.