And when my college choir had to sing at a service in the Round Church, a very High Anglican Church at the time, my background as an RC altar-boy caught up with me – and there was I thinking I'd left it behind at the age of 10, when the cassocks got too short (like most 10-year-old schoolboys' of the time my calves were bare, and an overshort cassock made me look like something out of the Bash Street Kids) – and I wielded the umbrellino.
So my only Asperges-related reflex is that after I have washed a paintbrush, and am shaking it dry, this tune comes to mind.
Notes from the word faceBut today's business is more weighty than papist earworms and wet paintbrushes. After a last-minute check, I've just pushed the Publish button for V3 of #WVGTbook. This has appeared:
And I can't make it free until it's live; so I expect it will be available for free download some time tomorrow. I'll let you know when it is.
Onwards and upwards – after a bit of R&R.
†PS re the price of that one. Hyssop I said, not brass-handled genuine horsehair lovingly plucked by hand, no doubt, from a pure white unicorn, '£83.83 inc. VAT' (and after P&P you'll be lucky to get much change from a ton!) Just hyssop FFS.
Update 2017.09.10.20:45 – Deleted outdated footer from very old post. The completed book is here.