There was once a Kate from Leicester
Whose sexual preference repressed her
A non-Freudian slip
Nude, and slaked in sheep dip
Led West Norfolk Police to arrest her
'Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off — then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.'
I got about 1/2 of the way through Moby Dick and life got in the way, but what a great read, this audio project might help me finish it…
Been working on a new email signature:
'If the above does not make complete sense, please just assume that the bits that don't seem to make sense, do actually make sense. If at some point during the reading of this email, you have to decide whether the views and ideas expressed will work, or whether they will not work, please err on the side of they will work.