On spreading myself too thin

If you hear a rustling in the hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,
it’s just a new kid on the blog.

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Scientist, poet, gadfly
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13 Responses to On spreading myself too thin

  1. Richard Wintle says:

    Gah. “If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow”…
    Your version makes more sense.
    Thought question: how many blogs does one scientist blogger need?

  2. Ken Doyle says:

    But if you go with rgrant’s version, you won’t hear the satanic messages!
    🙂

  3. Richard P. Grant says:

    I’m not so sad as to be able to recall all Zep’s lyrics perfectly.
    That is all.

  4. Henry Gee says:

    He’s just spring-cleaning for the May Queen.

  5. Alejandro Correa says:

    Sorry for the intrusion but I am not clear what is of Satanic messages. The devil will be eating potato chips and corn roasted corn.

  6. Richard Wintle says:

    Sorry for the intrusion but I have no idea what Alejandro’s talking about. 😉
    @RPG – repeat after me:
    Ooooo baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby dooo you liiiiiiike it?
    [etc.]

  7. Ken Doyle says:

    @ Alejandro: It’s an old joke, I admit. A quick Google search for the lyrics will help.

  8. Alejandro Correa says:

    Ooooo baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby dooo you liiiiiiike it?, I repeat.
    Don’t worry Ken, I’m crazy.

  9. Alejandro Correa says:

    Do you happy winti? or bored?. Is an old poem of the devil.

  10. Richard P. Grant says:

    Would you three like to get a room?

  11. Alejandro Correa says:

    No, thank you, is better, and you?

  12. Alejandro Correa says:

    Do not make a wrong interpretation Mister Grant.

  13. Richard Wintle says:

    That’s Doctor Grant… 😉
    Or perhaps His Imperial F1000 Majesty would be more appropriate.

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