Round three in the Robusto Rumble, though I have to kenfess that I am writing this a while after smoking it. It seems I have contracted the dreaded lurgy. So, at home desperately trying to fight off a combo of coronavirus/Ebola/SARS/lord knows what, I have dragged myself, at great personal cost but I am never one to whinge as Whipcrack can tell you, to the machine to try and tap out a few words so as we don’t miss deadlines. The sacrifices one makes…
As it happens, at the moment, the idea of a cigar is about as appealing as a tax audit. Once, or should I say if, I manage to make it through the current jungle fever, I hope to be back in form but until then, once I have submitted this one, I might have to go back to old notes. Fear not. I have enough for about 18 months.
It does bring me to one of my absolute favourite quotes. One might think that, in these trying times, one might…