Yes, Eric Idle has now sent me three Tweets on Twitter.
Sorry, I had to delete the first post I did about this, because when I copied the Twitter conversation into this window it did some weird stuff.
Now go back to being jealous…
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Pouring My Art Out 
who is Eric Idle?
He’s Arthur’s imaginary friend from some imaginary group called the ‘Monty Circus Flying Pythons’ or some such imaginary nonsense.
ohhhh okay now it all makes sense…
Me thinketh it doth not…eth
noeth?
goethe?
You are so awesomely deep.
I have dug myself into an awful lot of holes…
Now you are just bragging.
whereeth
thereeth
whereeth is thereeth? I caneth goeth ifeth ieth don’teth knoweth….
thereeth ieth declareeth, goingeth clipeth clippetyeth clopeth on theth staireth.
i needeth a horseth andeth someeth staireth
i needeth a bibeth…
bigeth giggleseth!
I have once more lost all control.
dideth youeth evereth haveeth iteth?
noeth
then you didn’t lose it
Oh didn’t I?
you never had it
Well neither did you.
did so
nuh uh
Ha… get it… he is drooling all over himself… I hope you are happy now.
sigh
Oh man, you are taking her to town… in your own wierd way…
Now you just sound like a drunk gay Scottsman… not that there is anything wrong with that… So what next? Pig Latin poetry?
aybemay
Hoot…
pleaseth stopeth noweth
No it don’teth
Whateth crathineth that wath to think that it would make thenth of it…eth.
Yea verily dost the odds and bodkins run afoul of my vexations both hither and yon, nor hither and thither wiltst they becry the raiment that hast befuddled me amidships, to warp my keel and shiver me timbers, bedrapped crost my my hull is shroudlike splendour betwixt the gaul of the foreshore and alee of yon island.
Ah, that is most ken, but doth thee also verily attest that whilst ye befuddled midships warp ya shivering timbers t’ward yon island, on the aweather doth not avast thee giant squid of vexation to sucker in thine own thithers caring not for thine hithers, nor thee those of thine first mate’s.
Whilst ’tis true I care not a smidgeon for the mate’s tribulations, I can state with much veracitous forthrightness that mine own hithers and thithers, and indeed my withers, to be in the mawe of a squid’s cloying annoying octo-embrace as it adheres said appendages to my soft and yiedling flesh and attempts to suck from my aforestated netherlimbs the essence of my very life-sustaining effulvience doth vex me most immodestly, be it on the leeward or the windward, ‘twixt flotsam and jetsam, neither being less vexacious than the other nor more discombobulating to my eternal restless nature from whence I strive to deride my calling upon the storm-tossed vastness of the deep, perchance to be afforded a visitation to the locker of one said Davey Jones.
I have been ill, and whilst this brings me great joy upon my return, I have ne’er the energy to continue…I defer to thee ‘Oh Captain, my Captain.’
First rate, First Mate.
And your book is in the country! It’ll be with me just as soon as the idiots can unmisplace it!
Your postal system must be better than ours…
Our postal system is fine, it’s just my ex-colleagues who have lived up to the ‘if it can go wrong, it will’ way of working…it’s like I’ve never left.
People… what can you do?
sigh?
Always.
Damn it WordPress… my comment reply button isn’t working…
That’s when you know you’re famous and successful, when you actually have time to sit around and reply to Tweets. Someday Arthur, that will be us.
It is a dance… of sorts…
These three tweets – they weren’t “Alone”, “Leave” & “Me” by any chance? Eric’s blog is incredibly entertaining, not as entertaining as yours though and it’s fascinating that you are both musicians. Will the Hastywar turn into a song and dance soon perchance?