Allow me to apologize profusely for my absense. As you know, for I've babbled on incesently about it for a while, I had an improv show, and it's been a thing that has dominated my mental space for a couple of weeks. That's weird, of course, because it was an IMPROV show, so there's no way that I could have planned anything, but I suppose that it it's safe to say that I was preparing myself mentally for this exercise in masochism.
It was great fun, by the way, the improv show. We had a decent sized crowd (including two very important and totally amazing people from my parish! Thank you so much for being there, Mr. and Mrs. B. Your support meant the world to me.), and I think that people were generally happy with what they saw. I'm eager to do another performance soon . . . Well, soon-ish, anyway.
And, so now it is down to business, as they say, and I want to make it my business to discuss some aspect of Waugh, his work, or . . . His shoe size. Whatever. The thing is, though, I could keep throwing out suggestions for books (or whatever) to discuss, and I might never hit on the one thing that you guys are interested in. So, I'm now asking you fine, fabulous folks to tell me what you'd like to talk about. Brideshead? Decline and Fall? Vile Bodies? Gilbert Pinfold? I'm game for anything. Any Waugh is good Waugh in my little world. That's just how pathetically devoted I am. But, you know, that's how devotion should be. If you can't be pathetically and even somewhat stupidly devoted to your devotion, that you shouldn't even bother. Hey, that could even be a topic to DEVOTE ;P some space to. To what or to whom are you ridiculously devoted? Waugh and chocolate covered coffee beans are probably near the top of my list . . .
