Ralph, ralph, let it all out...

Well, if Ralph is Wraith, then Wraith is Ralph!

Interesting night!

Not much in the way of Xym adoring Pretties this month, but much interest in one's hat.

But at least I had mah Sisters and Skinhead Pretty (who is NOT a mod!).

Which may have dampened one's admirer's adoration somewhat. Not quite what one hoped to be dampening (if you know what I mean, and I'm pretty sure that you do).

Anyhoo, mod insultation was rejoined with accusations of geekery!

Xym! A geek!

And then there was further descent into derogatory defamations of The Xym.

Mainly coz he don't get hangovers.

But he dids have a plastic protruberance poised on his pursed lips.

or something.

Which caused much confusion, for as all the worlds knows, The Xym don't smoke!

Calling, Xymternational rescue (II)...

Hurrah for The Xym!

Once more, everyone's favourite Chivalrous Knight In Shining Armour stepped in to deal with ye treacherous knave who wouldst take wanton advantage of Princesses unable to fend of their over-amorous intentions!

For as we stand in The WhatACunt, some glassy-eyed outlaw did lay his hands upon My Princess, and from all appearances was trying to Force His Intent upon her person!

After stepping in to check whether mine Maiden was in distress, my fellow Knight, Sir John led her aside, whilst the do-er of ill-doings staggered about, stamping on other Pretties appendages and lumbering forth as if to press his suit further!

But, then arose Sir Xym, who valiantly vanquished the vicious varmint by verbose voice, engaging the drugged up dullard in disparaging discourse to advise the uncouth rapscallion to make himself scarce.

And being a being a peaceful Knight of gentlemanly conduct, The Commanding Voice Of Sir Xym alone was sufficient (with limited directional pointage) to hasten the Squire Of Ill-Repute on his way. And thusly, the craven dog was sent, suitably chastened, cowering into the night, probably not having learned much from his gentle instruction.

And neither doth The Xym learn either!

For far from setting his fair maiden's heart to pounding with newly wakened desire for The Defender Of Her Honour, one suspects one has blotted his copybook by appearing to be a violent ruffian of the highest order!

But Ye Xym maketh no apologies for his honourable conduct. Mess with My Lady, My Pretties or mine stalwart companions, and I shalt remonstrate with thee. One will restrain from fisticuffs unless forced to engage in Battle, and thou shalt have to assault mine person first.

Or thieve my hat.

For I am The Xym. I care not for thine good opinion. As long as I know I have acted honorably, the opinions of others trouble me not. Thou it may rend mine heart that my standing may be diminished in Pretties eyes, I am THE Xym, and I am marvellous beyond words.

And you L♥VE me!

Coz I am fucking EPIC, I am! Stuff that Money Supermarket - it ain't as EPIC as me!