There’s a small problem with that recording of my voice my estimable Louie Louie Lad uses … I hate it. The one which says, “Richard!” – over and over again. Sounds, of course, like my little green Conyer Yoder, who apparently adored me and absolutely hated RICHARD. Don’t you all think there is just something slightly wrong with putting a cage with a small, unable to defend himself green parrot on the ground (ON THE GROUND, FOR PITY’S SAKE!!!!) in the back yard? Just so he could do his recording? Because Yoder spent all his time when I wasn’t home screeching? I mean, really …
Get a grip, Dickie Lad – I have it on absolute authority (Cassie says so) that you are neither old nor falling apart.
Yet.
But give yourself time and anything is possible …