The Pet Shop

Alex's euphewisms (that's a substitute phrase that stinks) remind me of Monty Python's Pet Shop sketch - in which John Cleese returns to a pet shop manned by Michael Palin and complains that his African Grey was only on its perch because it had been nailed there. It had, in fact, joined the choir invisible, met its Maker, passed on, shuffled off this mortal coil; it was, indeed, an ex-parrot.

Of course, what with recent events in my life, this thread seems somewhat odd. The Greeks would say the thread had been measured short by Clotho and untimely snipped by Atropos, but that's all Greek to me.

- Matt -