Please allow me to interslice myself:
I am the RAB-man, the master of drivel. They say I have the Midas twitch. They call me the Midas twat, the Grand Ducat, the Lord of fools´gold, the Quadruple quibbler, the Knobby nibbler, the Roundabout ruminator, the Faux pasta chef.
I have a black belt in carbonized cookery and a Ph.D. in dyslexia.
In one word, well… in two actually: Modesty Itself. Let me entertain you, confound you and hound you, laugh with you and fart at you, tickle you and spit at you.
I am Julius Teaser: I came, I wrote and I was censured!
I am Bart Anthony, I got Cleopatra‘s maid!
I am Alex, the Not-so-great!
I am Don’t Juan, the hapless lover!
I am Platato, great thunker of messy thoughts.
Among my illustrious forebears I can count Camilla The Hen and Genghis Couldn’t!
My ‘Tittbits’ are worth a read: my very own zany, loony, weird and funny mini-stories. And ‘The Willie Way’, a persiflage on Genesis.
I’ve seen that I have a lot of traffic from all over the world, so here goes:
Welcome all! Bienvenus à tous! Wilkommen Alle! Welkom iedereen! Selamat Datang! Bienvenido a todos! בָּרוּךְ הַבָּא! Добро пожаловать! ᑐᙵᓱ (Tunngahugit/Tunngasugit!) and so on.