Oh, it is beginning to become such a conundrum, isn't it? Stay with the minor minor or hedge a bit into the major minors. And what about the minor majors, to say nothing of the major majors, about whose mojo some of us go no no?
What's a girl to do?
Well, there's no one who could provide such invaluable support and advice in these circumdecisions than the inestimable Ms Dame Edna, whose uncanny talents allow her to balance international stardom with inspirational otherhood while all the while being ferociously busy as a volunteer raiser for Friends of the Prostrate. In short, I revise the question:
What would Dame Edna do?
After flouncing around with some hand knitted tea cosies in a chenille dressing gown while recalling some pre-loved prosthetic devices, and then throwing a few gladiolas to the Downers, I am willing to bet she would go with
+ + Goodman Maggott
G is after all Dame Edna's favourite letter and I'm sure he would hit the spot.
Whether I or the rest of you concur is of course open to an enormous field of debate.
Eru bless Dame Edna. May her toast racks never be tarnished nickle. And may Goodman Maggott live up to his name.
That's all I have to say for this evening. Good night.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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