I promised more search terms [edit: searches which have incidentally led people to click on this blog] to puzzle over yesterday but, after a busy day at work, I was whisked off to a friend’s house for dinner, wine and some strange blue sticky stuff (which I blame for not remembering anything after about 11pm). I know you were heartbroken to wait but here they are at last, with comments …
[i have blackouts anf fall asleep when i driv] – Also when you’re googling by the look of it.
[dystopian comedy plots] – Must be all my mentions of the ConDems
[ibs puns] and [tales of ibs] – No luck but there was a poem about Steven Fry.
[la culture satanic] – Does agnosticism get me off that one? Maybe they found Andy Hamilton.
[what do you call an open mic poetry reading] – An open mic poetry reading? Just hazarding a guess.
[what do you call the circle microphone] – See above.
[the new year is just a date] – but with whom, gentle googler? Were they shaggable?
[myfanwy the sheep] –What I keep in my dressing-up box is my business.
[giant strangler fig] – Blimey, google is good at this kind of esoteric haystack searching.
[dragonbore recipe] –Were you asking my teenage son something?
[rapid rhino stories] – Ah, those ghastly nasal tampons (“Rampant Rhinos” – my husband). I really would rather forget, thank you.
[drive through pranks] – No. No idea. (Typo?)
[murder in the bathroom] – Like Murder in the Cathedral only for impoverished athiests.
(remember this picture of Fox bathroom refurbishment from May, 2011?)