It's Chas. Darwin's birthday today. 198 years old, he is. Not bad for a bloke who had to contend half his life with a beard the size of a merino sheep. I'm not entirely sure how to celebrate this auspicious occasion, but a cake in the shape of
HMS Beagle would be a good start.
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How did Charles go in the competition for most Merino-like beard? He was darwinner.
He also wrote this fantastic guidebook for castrati: The Descant of Man.
Nothing like survival of the fattest, I always say.
My Fedora and I have arrived intact in NY city. An African-American told me as I walked up 2nd Avenue this morning 'Nice hat'. I'm not sure if he was having a go at me or not.
Well, it's certainly easier than trying to make a cake in the shape of the theory of evolution. Starting with loose flour and moving towards the cherry on top, perhaps?
Darwin illustrates the relationships between species with the metaphor of a tree, so perhaps I could bake one of those chocolate log jobs.
Timberlain: it's hard to imagine how anyone could be other than sincere in complimenting a fedora, but if such a thing is possible, it's going to be possible in Noo York, where the words "excuse me" are usually freighted with enough sarcasm to fell a full-grown elephant.
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