Waggish Wit of Jacobs

I have returned from the dead. As -ehem- grave as my previous state of non-being was, my reappearance shows that one can never keep a good bloke down. I now find myself hungry to write again. Not wishing to date myself (though I rather think I'd enjoyed my own company), I have agreed to send my correspondences to Twitter Place. My constitution remains less than ideal and thus do I feel writing my wit in short bursts is best.

Why not make a mad dash for the nearest lorry and find your way to Twitter Place? Or, if you're the more adventurous type, then I'm told you can "click" on my handsome visageĀ and get there instantaneaously. Indeed!



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