Optimism of the Will. Solstice soon come. Have a spiffing one and go along with the Rugose Imp who thinks that a Solstice is as good as a Summer. I’m in no mood to argue the toss with It. At the moment I can do with a wee dose of optimism, no matter how misguided.

Dancing Girls2. To paraphrase, probably misquote and possibly misconstrue Adorno’s quote on laughter, here’s what the Swineherd of Tindalos (plus attendant piggies) has to say to the two dancing black thingummybobs:
Because there’s noting to dance about…dance, dance, dance!
The two dancing black thingummybobs have given up on their erstwhile plan to re-designate themselves as a single white male accountant as a really daft idea. Bully for them.