Twelfth Night Special
I’m back! I have been long battling the beasts of “being-burdened-with-an-abundance-of-books-to-browse” and “imbibing-brews-with-my-brethren-buddies-and-other bodies”. But now, on this most auspicious of nights, I have returned.
For what night is this but the twelfth? The day when such festivities are brought to a brilliant finale.
So sit, drink, celebrate the end of the solstice season. Take your decorations down with care for the coming year. And if you are a masochist, return in a few hours and read my return to reviewing.
To quote Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night:
“If music be the food of love, play on.”
(Yeah, that’s where it’s from!)