I have explained a number of times in the past two weeks that I am getting an early glimpse of what life will be like when I go to Hell, that is to say I have been subbing a book written by my good friend Zak Mir. It is 4.30 AM and I am delighted to say that the torture is over. Or as Zak would say it:
“Indeed, notwithstanding the aforementioned reference above to 4.30 AM, it could very well be said that on the basis of the bear trap exhaustion gap fill reversal Tom can go to bed. This is especially in the wake of the way that his resistance support has indeed been completely broken by the aforementioned reference – see above. In fact, having driven the last person to edit my work – Stephen Eckett, indeed through all resistance points on the way to the asylum, anyone tempted to undertake the aforementioned task will in fact soon become Dead Cross with a sell signal on my literacy.”
Yippee. Now to think what Hell will really be like. While watching the England Cricket team tour Australia for eternity I will be forced to spend any gaps between play subbing the works of Zak Mir, getting texts from triumphant Aussies and from my daughter saying that she is volunteering to work for Chris Rennard while having to listen to Al Gore reading out his great work of fiction, An Inconvenient Truth.
I have a foretaste of the worst part of it but have survived with my sanity, almost, intact.