Treasonous Bagatelles Condoned

My learned friend Mr Justice Stapley, BB, MFM, AP* etc., etc., has tipped my writing a flattering wig or several over the past few years; and he has now reviewed, at most charitable length, a couple of my recent off-blog jeux du foie, the slightly failed sociological study Moron Mine and the citizen of nowhere's non credo, Against Britishness. Besides these minor yet illuminating works of mine, the Judge's own archives are well worth a trawl; anyone who isn't an acerbic orthography Nazi will find finely-argued verdicts to entertain and edify on subjects ranging from music (folk to Krautrock) through Wales (language, culture and woeful politics; see this of recent note) to the preparation of cholesterol bombs and the psychological perils of jigsaw puzzles; and there are photographs, too. The files go back quite a number of years, but have recently been tidied, dusted and docketed; so there is almost certainly a reasonable chance of your emerging more or less alive, should you choose to emerge at all.
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* Brymbo Baccalaureus, Moderator Fororum Musicorum, Adversarius Populi.