Medication, medication, medication

Hello, Lord Julian, in the lack of direct news to himself, did not know another now. I’ll overlook your discourtesy, so I will. Blood, whose mood seemed to be snappy, done him a monstrous injustice. She remembered words he had used: skirmish, although it wa…… In case you were wondering if I had taken leave of my senses and might possibly be sitting here with peanut butter spread all over my shaved naked body, yodelling the “Drinking Song” from The Student Prince, that introductory load of bollocks appeared as the header (in the preview pane – it doesn’t appear anywhere in the actual message – how do they do that?) to yet another e-mail offering me pharmaceuticals: Cialis, Viagra and Valium this time; oh, and many other (sic). I get them every day. By the way, if Brigita Love is reading this, I am not Sohrab Pierson – perhaps I should forward it to him (her?) – the poor devil’s probably at his (her?) wits’ end if I am getting his (her?) messages by mistake. By and large, the intermanet is a wonderful thing but sometimes it really gets on my wick.