You got the look the gods agree they want to see
I have had a multiple-front stressful day of the kind that leaves a person sort of uselessly vibrating, but a dear friend who is not on DW has just e-mailed me with the news that the Cerne Abbas Giant is neither a pre-Christian artifact nor seventeenth-century political satire but an early medieval . . . something and I am delighted. Or as I said elsenet, "The giant chalk dick has a date on it!"
(I am amused that the hold music I am currently stuck listening to is a kind of lounge muzak version of "On the Street Where You Live," but that's different. [edit] It was not so amusing that I felt obliged to listen to it after the first half-hour.)
(I am amused that the hold music I am currently stuck listening to is a kind of lounge muzak version of "On the Street Where You Live," but that's different. [edit] It was not so amusing that I felt obliged to listen to it after the first half-hour.)

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I see now that the visit was just days before Vaughan Williams' sudden death, so lovely and poignant.
He and his wife sent friends postcards of the Giant, his said to include "rude comments," hers chaste.
I hope Chalk Dude went into the music he made.
You could write that story...
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