Star of the printed page, just like I told you!
Man, is there any lazier blogger in the world than me? Probably not, but what the hell -- I'm a cat, for crying out loud. And in the summertime I like to sleep.
Anyway, a couple of days ago, a ring on the doorbell came. It was a courier bringing copies of the book I'm in. Here, for your viewing pleasure, are the pictures. The text is fun in places too!
Don't say I never give you anything.
Me undertaking a light lunch:
My Italian uncle:
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