A chap named Wesley Culbertson commented on this blog today. Or he might have, had he been real and not just part of some algorithm designed to produce spam comments at 88 spams an hour. If you can’t tell, I made up that measurement. There’s profit in it, I’m certain.
Anyway, I wish Sir Culbertson (he’s obviously a knight. Or possibly a duke) were real. We’d sit by a roaring fire and discuss the finer points of country living, like sipping brandy in a barn or hunting local peasants for sport.
Come to think of it, Wesley might well bring out the elitist in me. Probably for the best that he’s now merely an active part of my imagination that may well develop into an alternate personality who emerges at the least appropriate times possible.
Or that could just be a TV show I just made up.
I’m really not sure any more.