by Chief Constable [retd] Bodwyn Wook
THERE Is, alas & I regret to report, now ‘on-line’ a quack ‘Baron Bodissey’ now ‘blogging’-away & who, altogether, is an ass and an immense (but, not profound!) embarrassment & vexation to the pereptive. These last, being perceptive of course are not all that exercised by the ludicrous display & capers of a half-wit; and, you should know that, in the same way as I ‘crashed’ on my way back in time to be incarnated as Winston Churchill whilst pursuing a certain notorious criminal from Beyond (and, thus, I wound up born in 1949 in this unwholesome Farmer Smith-embodiment & not in 1874, as planned!); so it is that the real & actual, honest-to-God, Unspiek, Baron Bodissey, is alive & well in Indian-haunted old Mankato, Minnesota, under its rotting mansard rooves — and, where he toils for the USPS. His fate, too, the miserable outfall of a certain failure, of time-travel technology!
THIS Soi-disant & anti-mahometan, other, Siege of Vienna & Death to the Sublime Porte! on-line ‘Bodissey is, I fear, a faker & what we call here at home in southern Minnesota, on the North Coast of Iowa:
“A’ Asshole!” — meaning, one expects, in UK-ese, a twacker?
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 30 May 2007]