Bigilla Blogosphere, Beware!

I hereby declare my belated return to Bigilla Blogdom. It suprising how effectively having something to do can keep you away from blogdom. Happily enough the exam season is now over with only very insubstantial parts of my brain having turned into marmalade and I can once again sate my everloyal readership's thirst for intellectual varieta with the silveryflowing fount of my wisdom (My more cultured readers will have noted the adverse influence of Joyce in the use of masturbatory over-adjectivisation in that last sentence).

Speaking of culture, its been a long time since I had a good dig at that monstrous growth on the left cheek (or is the right cheek?) of Malta's cultural organism, the Blog. So let me just produce my critical fork and knife and tuck in with gusto;

He asked for it once, the masochist, and now he gets it. A nice sojourn in my oven for Arcibald whose calls for help can be heard quite distinctly at http://ajjut.blogspot.com/. Of course help is the last thing the man is; my erstwhile band mate not only plays a mean guitar, but also wields one of the most viciously poisonous tongues in the whole of bigilla blogdom. Endlessly negative and cynical and deadly handy with the repartee, you've got to love him. His blog includes some remarks in very bad taste regarding Rev.Ratzinger and his curious links to Auschwitz as well as some truly enlightening revelations as to God's whereabouts. Ace.

I am called away from my blogging endeavours by a supremely compelling smell of curried chicken. Ah the mind is willing but the flesh is nicely curried and smelling excessively good, so my exit will be rather brusque. Tc guys gtg! B gud!