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The Return Of The Bay Area Brit

     Well, well, well. You might wonder where The Bay Area Brit has been since I last updated three months ago? If you haven’t been wondering, then piss off. You don’t deserve to hear my tale of mystery, intrigue, and dare I say it…merrrderrr!

     Have I been trying to restore British credibility by single-handedly stopping billions of gallons of oil gush into the Gulf?
Nope.

     Am I recovering from my amazing performance in the World Cup Final where I scored seven goals against Brazil? All the while managing to stay out of the crosshairs of a team of Israeli snipers camped in the stands following orders to carry out my assassination?
Nope.

            Some writers from across the pond are completely capable of writing great works in spite of their lifelong disabilities: Wheelchair bound supergenius/Dalek, Stephen Hawking, for one. Lord Byron, whose epilepsy and bouts of severe depression were likely a far worse distraction to his art than his affinity for the green pastis known as absinthe. Lastly, Christy Brown, the Irishman with Cerebral Palsy wrote his autobiography with nowt but his left foot. Man that big toe could spin a yarn.

       Sadly, I am not one of these types of writers. I need to be well-rested, my coffee has to be hot, the cushion on my chair just fluffed up so, and the aches, pains, and stresses of daily life must be kept within a distance of a three hundred yards of me as per the restraining order.

      And so specifically what ailed you, Mr. Bay Area Brit?

      Apparently my immune system couldn’t decide which 19th Century British disease it wished to eventually perish at the hands of; and so, like an annoyingly indecisive customer at a crowded bar, it asked for a taste of a few different diseases so that it would eventually make the right choice.

       It all started with an episode of The Scunthorpian Fits, quickly followed by The St. Vitus Dance. After that I was hobbled by The Gout and then The Gangrene, (a side-effect brought about by the amputation of both of my feet in accordance with my doctor’s wishes). I of course don’t have a doctor, and so I crawled to a carpenter, who took them both off at the ankles with a hacksaw for a meager ten dollars, so long as he could keep the size elevens as souvenirs. I believe he said he was looking for bookends for his collection of hardbacks on podiatry and foot-fetishism. I agreed to let him have the feet, distracted by the thought of all the money I would save by never having to again purchase shoes, and the time I would save by clipping only ten nails on my body every other week instead of twenty. Genius!
However, the gangrene sent me into a pitch of the chills, which swiftly swung towards a boiling fever, made worse by a bout of The Pox: of both the French Guyanan and the Chik’n variety. As you know, The Bay Area Brit is a vegetarian and would never succumb to the real Chicken Pox…just a gluten-soy-like substitute, which the leeches (that I’d purchased to get rid of The Scurvy) enjoyed thoroughly.

     All in all it was a dramatic and long-suffering few months. The full-body bandages are now off, and I no longer resemble an Egyptian mummy, or daddy, as the case may be. In short: I’m back.

     And there was much rejoicing.

     The Bay Area Brit will now be updated once a week every Monday.

     Frankly, not many of you have the attention span to keep up with the three or four blog updates that I was churning out every week, and since I’m not getting paid for entertaining you, it’s just better that way. Besides, The Leprosy has slowed down my typing speed to that of a Valium-riddled sloth’s post-dinner swim across a river of molasses.

      Thanks to everyone who asked for more of The Bay Area Brit, your love and continuing support is greatly appreciated.

      See you soon.

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9 Responses

  1. Hmmm. I did miss my B. A. Brit updates. Glad to have you back, stumps and all.

  2. Glad to hear that the BAB is ready to bash on and bring us all more brill tales of Dear ol’ Blighty!

  3. Yeh! The Bay Area Brit is back! Looking forward to Mondays now…I will make sure and compile a list of remedies to stave off Consumption.

  4. Your resurgence from wretchedness wrings the sting from future Mondays! Yay!

  5. hip hip he’s back

  6. BAB is back! Can you do a
    blog on why the English seem
    to imitate a Yanks accent with
    such ease, but the Yank to English
    accent always seem to fail
    miserably? I’ve been taking
    classes online at the Boston
    Institute of Snobbery, enrolled
    in ‘Why Americans Talk Funny 101’
    and my favorite class, ‘You’re
    Still A Colonist, God Save The Queen’
    Still, my attempts to transfer this Yank tongue
    to the more agreeable (and civilized)
    English accent has still escaped me. Perhaps,
    in the meantime I should at least play the part.
    Maybe adorn myself with a Manchester United
    jersey with BP sponsorship all over it?
    Help me, Obi One..you’re my only
    hope!

  7. Aw the Brit, aw the Brit, aw the Brit is back!

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