Palinurus perspires

Date: 2006-02-16 08:01 am (UTC)
That was a *close* one -- I'd forgotten how quickly some technologies can turn round their newscasts. And it certainly wouldn't have done for my Sainted Hierarch to find out the things I'd been saying.

In a way, it was quite fun. I knew she was a reporter from the get-go, she didn't, and was quite keen to maintain that. On the other hand, she needed me to be as ... open ... as she could get me. Fortunately, after my cycles in Engineering and on the Hanger Deck, breathing what passes for air, I am pretty resilient to toxins, so the dynz-plach she was buying by the bottle didn't really affect me all that much (though I'm *sure* I don't remember making up the one about the nun and the three donkeys -- perhaps she did and just ascribed it to me ... or to Ben Trovato, that eminent epigrammatist).

Anyway I got He Who Must Be Kept Sweet through customs and boarding without him seeing anything, and I just have to Make Sure that the same happens at Flebgorn.

I nearly died when I saw his bit about the Testament of Klurn -- the typeface was very small, and I read it is 'Klum' and I couldn't kept wondering how Heidi had got involved and where the goats were.
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