edit: golly, this is dull. a bit like watching paint dry!
edit2: oh just had another idea: confessional! (I'm still bored, though)
edit3: extrapolate people! (there's loads of people in here waaaaay cleverer than I, yes really!)
edit4: I confess I had one pint of beer last night and got hammered, listened to a very drunk bloke tell me a very slurry, very dirty, joke (extremely badly and which I found - mildly - entertaining), and laughed sufficiently to assure him that it was actually a pretty good joke quite well told. And other stuff. Wicked, ain't I?
edit5: just thought of a very good reason to drink excessively: Octoberfest!!!! yay. Everyone who agrees say aye.
edit6: I can't see why confessing anything does any good at all. But perhaps it does. Perhaps some psychology person can tell me?
edit7: breakfast time. or shall I go out for a walk, or go back and have another kip - decisions, decisions
edit8: you know, I thought this was a very simple idea, and I'd thought you'd have picked up on it by now - so perhaps it's a dud - <sigh> I've got loads of other stuff I need to do.
edit9: ah yes, minimalism? Less=more
edit10: Borachio=drunkard (Spanish)
edit11: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
edit12: when is someone going to bump this thread? Might be interesting
edit13: actually there's plenty of related threads, or perhaps this thread is related to some others, perhaps they should all have a marker like *, or gnnnrhygbleuh, or ..... something for the benefit of posterity (if you think it is a benefit, or that there is a posterity - I was sitting on my posterity last night down the pub so I think there probably is a posterity - in some sense of the word)
edit14: let's go viral
edit15: I should perhaps point out that this is only a virtual idea in a virtual world
edit16: where are we? half way down page one - I wonder if this thread will sink to page 2?
edit17: gone out for walk and to hear dawn chorus - bit early for dogs and dog-walkers
edit18: back - strange nothing's happened - I could still be out there.
Anyway:
MALVOLIO: My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your cozier's catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
SIR TOBY: We did keep time, sir, in our catches. Sneck up!
edit19: ah good falling down the front page nicely. sink my little chum, sink. out of sight out of mind. time for a bit of tidying up.
edit20: in sight of the bottom of the page, YAY!
edit21: only 4 more lines and I'm off the front page!
edit22: ah, good. bottom of the page, time for a cup of tea, only one person needs to start a thread and we're on page 2 - no-one goes on page 2 - cunning eh?