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If he never logs on again, it is likely to be out of respect to me?
He has seen me: like a great collosus, absorbing the battering scorn of the Cookery Elite, and yet standing tall, proud, unrelenting... as much damaged or set aside as the Empire State Building is by a rainstorm. This noble and heroic image has maybe caused him to go instead to a community where the best and greatest are not shot down?
I picture it:
*A single voice starts to singing the chorus from "two little boys" by Rolf Harris... the crowd of elitist Michelin Food guide readers circling around, baying for my blood... the rain driving around.... a single spatula in my cleched fist thrust unwaveringly towards the sky my head bowed... slowly the great Strange Famous raises his eyes to the camera, the music becomes more dramatic... a look of unreadable masculinity fixed on my rugged, fully bearded face....*
Lord Eden,all issues of how to make a pizza have been settled!
It is time to face the consequence of your challenge that you can out chef me!
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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