And without further ado, this has nothing at all to do with Sherlock Holmes, but as I never said it would, that shouldn't be a problem. This also has nothing to do with Bilbo Baggins, Heathcliff and Cathy, that George Smiley guy from the le Carre spy novels, Julian Assange or any other fictional characters. And you won't find mention of genuine documented people, living or otherwise, so this won't be about Princess Mary, Barack Obama, Lady Gaga, Isaac Newton or Harry Potters' buddy Rupert.
It certainly won't be about me, mostly because I'm spectacularly dull. I'd love to be exciting, but I'm not. I could probably make up some wild adventures that end with spectacular stories, culminating in great sex on top of large piles of money while my children no longer need supervision, or food for that matter, but you'd know I was lying, so we won't go there.
This isn't about restructuring our drug laws, even though those laws could do with a shake, and it's not about the health or education systems. It's got nothing to do with Oprah or finding your bliss, and as sure as the pope frowns on multiple orgasms, it's ain't related to her book club.
It's not even about you, so if you're the narcissistic type, heads up, nows the time to stop reading. You know why? You really want to know what it's about? I'll tell you, but only to reward your persistence. It's about tin foil hats.
They don't work. They may, in some cases, actually amplify signals. So, like, while I applaud your fashion forward stance and fully stand by your right to wear tinfoil millinery to any social occasion as you see fit, its not going to save you from the daleks.
Tinfoil hats- because everyone who disagrees is mentally ill.
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