So here it is, the final … something or other … of the a-z thingy and oh look, it’s UVWXYZ … what a sneakily perplexing way to end an alphabet.
You’d think I’d have picked unicorn, right? Well, despite all the unibanter here, they’re not actually my favourite mythical beasts. I like them well enough, but it isn’t love. I have a love/hate relationship with the universe, and I’m fussy about which underwear I love. I don’t even like umbrellas when it’s raining. I love underdogs. Because bitches love underdogs. (Oooh didja SEE what I did there?) Long, tedious story short, I’ve been unable to rustle up more than 100 words about anything starting with U.
But wait! There’s not much more.
How did the arrogant looking unicorn get in here? U may well be for unicorn, but not now, not here … my personal relationship with the species isn’t nearly good enough. Id probably just mess up human-unicorn diplomatic ties for, like … ever. Unicycle, I could’ve done that, but apart from an ex who has a son who owns and rides one, there’s no traction there either.
U UUU u u u uuu … thinkthinkthink …
If you enjoy things of a Robert Zimmerman and Sixto Rodriguez flavour, it is quite likely you’ll like Kenneth Stirling …