Pheasey's boring philosopher.
IF I were to write a thrice weekly letter to the Mail on the habits of baboons or Innuit kayaks, on the inside leg measurements of Matabele tribe dressers, cloud formations in Patagonia or the Fairisle sock knitters of the Shetlands, would the Mail keep on publishing them? Of course not. There may be a minimum of initial interest. So it is with the Pheasey Philosopher. Does the editor not get it? We have heard it, we are bored out of our skulls with the repetition. For pity's sake put a sock in it, bring it to an end. The man is a complete and utter bore.
Robert Gould, Great Barr