Red Nose Day, or: The Biter Bit

Last Red Nose Day, a year ago last March, a troubled diva had the idea of collecting blog posts, publishing them and giving the proceeds to said Day. He invited submissions, got a lot, whittled them down to some, and Shaggy Blog Stories sold extremely well. Being something of a blogeuse myself, of course I bought a copy. Haven't read it yet, mind. I'm familiar enough with the blog-o-verse, I read some of the blogs included in the book, so I've felt no immediate rush to acquaint myself more - shall we say, intimately with the contents. I know what these blogs are like - funny, wry, angry, foul-mouthed, profound, intellectual, frothy-light - - - - - - - -

Foul-mouthed.

Oh yeah.

This morning, I awoke to the voice of my five-year-old son, a precocious reader, who was sitting next to my head, searching out The Rude Words and reading them to me.

There was a SHOCKINGLY small gap in between each lovingly enunciated word, and I am slightly appalled by the suspicion that he may not actually have learned anything new.