Pickled Dalek

(For the purposes of historical record, and since clever tweeters have just figured it out, I want to clarify that my previous post – which did strike some people as a tad odd! – was written not by me but by (tada!) Sanna. Her own post was, of course, penned by yours truly.

There were clues. I mean, above and beyond the fact that I’m unlikely to refer to the ‘palace of my soul’ any more than Sanna typically performs cheerleading chants for the Orthodox church. The titles were also cunningly interlinked, you see, and the very alert might also notice that my post appeared at 52 minutes past the hour.

So to those who thought I was drunk, or just posting “the weirdest thing I have read in a loooong time”, or simply proving insufficiently skilful at imitation, a great big )

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3 Comments on :
Pickled Dalek

  1. Sanna says:

    Not even I noticed the 52 thing, Partner in Crime!


  2. Saoirse says:

    That 52 thing is genius.

    And god, must be nice to have proof of your readers’ stupidity and lack of attention. Also how much context affects the interpretation of content, which is actually what I need to go and write an essay on now.

  3. Abbi says:

    I was more puzzled by Sanna’s than yours… I didn’t want to say anything though in case it looked like I had lost it… oh dear…

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