THE DABBLERS' LOUNGE

This is where I keep all my malformed, undernourished and grotesquely stunted ideas that I’ve made the mistake of recording in something much more permanent than my deplorably, but most likely mercifully, short memory. I must make it clear now and get it all out in the open that I am, despite all appearances to the contrary, not an expert in all the areas that I’ll be writing, at length, about (seriously). But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun! ...But since my budget couldn’t be stretched to cover any more banana cream pies, that will restrict and confine our fun somewhat.

So, to begin, if you could please help me move all the furniture and other breakables a safe distance away to the perimeter of the room so that I may have plenty of space to begin performing my wild, uncoordinated and embarrassing gyrations that I’ll try to pass off as coherent arguments. And I do hope that you’ll all join in with this whirling and twirling business so that I, as King Dabbler, can lead this tangled rabble of conflicting dance moves and build up our street credibility so that one day we can all hold our heads high with less shame.