I was quite saddened to learn that while I had strayed from the Interwebs this winter I had missed the deadline for a contest to win the highly prestigious MS Foy mug. I wasn’t above emailing Max Foy including his agent Tony, and whining and snivelling until he relented and sent me one. Here his stern and martial visage watches critically as I send La Grand Armee into battle.
And an inspirational message to keep in mind.
Bless you, Tony, I am quite delighted to have this prestigious and highly necessary piece of kit, from which I shall sip tea (hot, strong, sweet) while I contemplate brilliant moves and ask myself, What Would Foy Do?
It takes a big man to grovel publicly. A big mug well earned. Kudos to both parties.
ReplyDeleteIt was demmed kind of Foy, to be sure. He had best be careful, lest his reputation as a curmudgeon suffer.
DeleteMichael, you are an inspiration for grovelers everywhere.
ReplyDeleteTo quote my favourite line from the old Rocky and Bullwinkle show:
Delete"Badinoff, you are a spineless bootlicker. Fortunately for you, I LIKE spineless bootlickers!"
A truly magnificent example of abasement in the name of beverage containment. Bravo, sir.
ReplyDeleteThank you HW. When it comes to self-abasement, I leave the others in the basement.
DeleteMark, if you were to commission a Sun of York wine glass, I would be the first to grovel at your feet.
ReplyDeleteIt improved your game I hope Padre.
ReplyDeleteNice, useful, and so true...
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