Get a load of this. The tone is pitch-perfect.

I am curious about the banishment of scurvy from the premises. May we have details?

...although the RL Paul Weimer experience is not as thrilling or exciting as the online one.

The scurvy cure is amazing. Is there a write-up of how to make it anywhere? I looked, but have not found, though perhaps that's just the after-effects (Of either it or the con. Not entirely sure how to tell.)

However, there is a repeat of The Shakespeare Code on Friday night, on the BBC's digital channel BBC3 at 21:00.

They know that we’re phoning in their order to Mountain View the moment they walk in the door, and they know we’ve done everything in our power to keep them from waiting. A lot of restaurants are happy racking up a few days’ supply in the burrito cellar, but that’s not the same as getting a fresh burrito straight from the tunnel - you can taste the difference.

Mountain View is home to Burrito Real and La Costena Market. They're busy filling the Burrito Tunnel at New York City dining times.

It's still a future yard, alas, but it always contains roses when it's discussed. It also contains snapdragons, a small pond or a fountain if the pond isn't feasible, and a willow tree. If large enough it shall also contain a gazebo adorned with morning glories. If not, those can go on a fence. And one section will be dedicated to growing vegetables, to include tomatoes and peppers for sure.

Anytime you wish to write more about roses is fine by me. I need educated.

When April comes, we long for the sweet rain
to refresh the brown grass and turn it green;
we worry about flies and so set up the screen,
although we acknowledge it to be a royal pain.
At the same time we sweat and grunt and strain
for tax day is soon coming and we've all seen
that doing our taxes will cause endless spleen,
but still we've got to file them, that is plain.
The warmth of March meant that we could set out
some herbs and flowers, hoping for an early crop,
but then we got the cold and all that frost.
March was dry, but, truly, there was no drought;
and with the cold, we saw our vain hopes drop
still we will plant again despite the cost.

(And if Teresa consumes too many, does she start speaking/typing Old Spanish?)

So he made invasion. 'gainst the King of Spain,
Taking of his treasure, burning ships again.
"Fly!" cried the Spaniard, leaving of his wine,
"Scrumpy!" roared the Dragon, "Scrumpy, gold, and kine!"

The King of Spain was angered, his beard was filled with smoke,
As Drake returned to Devon, to stow the pelf he took.
As summer turned to autumn, a fleet did sail from Spain,
To ravage all of England, and end poor Lizzie's reign

Thanks again for the fab Tor music party and for being on so much programming (wish I'd been able to make it to more of it). Was also great to hear Patrick play with Charles & Mary Ann at their concert and to hear him in the music parties.

Or even:

For if the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the bars of heaven
And vomit in the Channel, as I did so long ago.

I love that sentence even more now that I've taken it out of context.