That’s just good genes.

That’s right. I’m outsourcing the tour to a group of franchisees who will take my winning formula and turn it into a replicable brand so the whole world can enjoy me at the same time. You’re welcome Scotland.

Where would you like me to visit?

Oh many thoughts. I’m hoping to make an ostentatious announcement in the next couple of weeks.

You’re right. You’re bloody right. I’m smashing this. What a delightful ray of positive light you are.

There’s no getting past you. This isn’t going well.

What? Is it 2025 already? How long was I asleep?

This shit just doesn’t come naturally for me.
I’m also uneasy with the thought that I am intending to say something whether I have anything to say or not. I’m opposed to that on principle. So maybe I’m talking myself out of the whole project. Maybe I’ll take up yoga instead.

They told me you get a better class of conversation in Bluesky. I’m inclined to agree.

I was already making plans for that!