A warm lactating welcome goes out as well to Mr. Neddie Jingo!, who apparently requires our further assistance to keep his noggin out of the way of falling fender rhodeses and bagpipes.
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Sharp-eyed readers will have noticed an addition to the Jingo Blogroll: phronesisiacal has joined the Happy Few in the Right Intention category.
This gink is so French your teeth will hurt. You'll want to start sucking on Gauloises and rotten milk-curds until you reject the European Union constitution. That's how French this cat is.
My kinda people.
Wait'll you get the OED out and figure out what "phronesisiacal" actually means. You'll stop showering and shaving your armpits, is what you'll do. You'll eat cheese that smells like feet. You'll surrender to Germany.
Mr. Neddie Jingo! has also kindly sent me this photograph from France that, I believe, trumps his tree-hugging medieval bagpipe:
Anyway, give his site a look. It's a fun read.
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