Oh Nuggets!

That swine over at Dignan and Anthony has gone and tagged me at the worst possible time. He expects me to write a short story beginning with the fifth sentence of my 23rd post. (Which, incidentally, reads: '“What do you mean?” I said.' ... Inspiring stuff, what?) And while the idea is tempting of spending the rest of the evening holding forth on something stirring, I'm going to have to wait until the weekend; when marking's tucked its gorgon head back into the black and ungodly sand from which it sprang.

Terrible thing to be doing to a fella after ten years of estrangement, Nugget!