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Jonty Stewart blogging here today.
May. 15th, 2009 09:05 amI would like to thank Mrs Cochrane for letting me write a little something here today. I’m Dr. Jonathan Stewart, Kildare Fellow in Tudor Literature, St. Bride’s College, Cambridge. My dearest friend Dr. Coppersmith says that’s a bit of a mouthful, and suggests I just say ‘Jonty Stewart, romantic idiot’. Mrs Cochrane suggests I slap him, which is uncharacteristically aggressive. Generally she’s a nice author (educated at the right university) and although she leads us into stormy waters at times, she pilots us safely home. I just wish she hadn’t made Orlando snore.
Among the adventures she’s let us have, I particularly enjoyed our trip to Jersey – such a lovely island with glorious beaches (our beach is in that userpic thing). I didn’t get sunburnt looking for green lizards, unlike my creator who is old enough to know better but doesn’t. I’m looking forward to future adventures, such as playing rugby against Orlando, visiting Bath and seeing my mathematical friend wearing black tie and tails and dancing with ladies again.
People have asked me how I’ve put up with Dr. ‘imaginary numbers’, especially in our early days when he was a bit of a stuffed shirt. (I hope he doesn’t read this.) The answer’s simple. Love. I could never leave him, honestly, although I’ve contemplated murder once or twice. Like Mrs Cochrane, who says that if she’d done in her old man she’d be a free woman by now. I think my own dear Mama would have expressed similar thoughts, if they hadn’t had the hangman’s noose back in those days.
Now, Mrs Cochrane says that you might have a question or two to pose me. If you leave them in the comments here, I will try my best to come up with a truthful and thoughtful answer. If I can't find one of those I'll write the sort of piffle my dunderheads come up with.
Among the adventures she’s let us have, I particularly enjoyed our trip to Jersey – such a lovely island with glorious beaches (our beach is in that userpic thing). I didn’t get sunburnt looking for green lizards, unlike my creator who is old enough to know better but doesn’t. I’m looking forward to future adventures, such as playing rugby against Orlando, visiting Bath and seeing my mathematical friend wearing black tie and tails and dancing with ladies again.
People have asked me how I’ve put up with Dr. ‘imaginary numbers’, especially in our early days when he was a bit of a stuffed shirt. (I hope he doesn’t read this.) The answer’s simple. Love. I could never leave him, honestly, although I’ve contemplated murder once or twice. Like Mrs Cochrane, who says that if she’d done in her old man she’d be a free woman by now. I think my own dear Mama would have expressed similar thoughts, if they hadn’t had the hangman’s noose back in those days.
Now, Mrs Cochrane says that you might have a question or two to pose me. If you leave them in the comments here, I will try my best to come up with a truthful and thoughtful answer. If I can't find one of those I'll write the sort of piffle my dunderheads come up with.
