EXCUSES! EXCUSES! In the first entry of ‘The Complete Perks’ in January, I quite pointedly suggested that the first month of the year was littered with the promise of blogs that had foundered on the rocks of May. As it has transpired, this subscriber chronicle barely stumbled into March before confronting its first crisis of commitment. As a writer, who also plies his trade as a live performer and screen actor, I won’t bore you with the collision of obligations that leads me away for the keyboard for appreciable periods of time. Instead, here are a litany of excuses you can select at any time if my vaguely promised, weekly posts drags out to a fortnight.
Excuses, excuses, excuses. Believed ‘em all, expect your Norwegian ancestry. As a Viking myself, you don’t appear to possess any of the Nordic characteristics, like horns. Så jeg kaller tull på det.
Excuses! Excuses!
Excuses, excuses, excuses. Believed ‘em all, expect your Norwegian ancestry. As a Viking myself, you don’t appear to possess any of the Nordic characteristics, like horns. Så jeg kaller tull på det.