Archive for March, 2010

What’s so sexy about The Highwayman, anyway?

Is it the alure of danger? The sheer badness of the ultimate bad-boy? The knowledge that what happens in the coach, stays in the coach, since he’s probably not going to be pulling off his mask in public any time soon…

I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him. After spending some time with him recently, editing his grammar and telling him, “no, dear, a little to the left…” I’ve decided I really don’t know this man at all. And what self-respecting lady, after finding herself thoroughly tupped on the road to Highgate, would fail to satisfy such curiosity? And, of course, pursue whatever additional avenues of satisfaction that might come about…

So the dude’s getting another story.

“Who was that masked man…?”

No, wait. Someone did that already…

So, what’s so sexy about The Highwayman, anyway? And who the heck is he by day?

In the words of the Immortal Pooh, “Think, think, think…”

We now return to our regularly sceduled edits, already in progres…

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