Thank you for the compliments, um the rest of it I'm not really sure... I was summoned thrice, for some reason?
I don't speak French.
I'm sorry. I never "summoned" you. I think if I'd done that, you'd kick my beehind. Hard.
I was surrounded by Yankees. I panicked. This wasn't just about literature, though, genuinely that was a clumsy compliment. Obviously although you're Canadian, and a terrible person, you're a good writer.
As I'm a gosh darn useless writer, the terrible person part was intended as a joke. As was the French part. I routinely insult, deride and abuse the French because, they're very cool, have great culture, wine, art, cheese etc and are only 22 miles away from England.
Je suis desole. Making a joke is a bit like playing piano, and I can't do that either.
But there was also an argument over biscuits. Surrounded by yanks, etc and with biscuits in jeopardy I did what any needy neurotic English person might do. Called Canada.
The frostback thing was milky. I'd never heard that one before but he'd been playing with languages.If you clobber me now, it's my own fault.
