Maybe they can't. Me, I have all the charisma of a wet nappy. Not but what I don't think old Dylan wouldn't be a contender in a bake-off. (Sort the negatives out of that, ye varlets.)
I am in a strange mood at the moment, and piskies are speaking to me through the medium of the social media. "Forget the indentation, Annie" they are whispering. "Write it as though t'were a piece of prose, with a scattering of witty punctuation, and you just might get away with it. Go on. You know you want to."
But are they right, I ask myself?
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