Wilson has just told me that he's going to write a book of anteater jokes for after-dinner speakers; this is, apparently, a completely untapped market and will make him rich. I asked him if he knows a lot of anteater jokes, he confessed that he only knows two -- and one of them is very rude. Hmmm -- this has the makings of a extremely slim volume.
Still, we're off to the Mayor's Parlour tomorrow, that should give W something else to think about. I think I'll warn W not to tell the Mayor his rude anteater joke. Or his clean one, if he's going to roll around on the floor laughing at it himself, as he did yesterday.
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