If you need me. I’ll be hiding around the back of the blog, trying to avoid the hype enema that you Earth people call E3.
Call yourself an Englishman? How can you ever be crushingly disappointed if you never allow yourself to build up wildly unrealistic hopes?
I’m being terribly English about it. Where most people would rail against the source of their annoyance, I am feigning an intense fascination with my wrist hair and shirt cuffs until the irritation goes away.
If it should continue on beyond my ability to bear it, I shall resort to extreme English measures, up to and not excluding, sighing loudly and muttering “Well, really!” under my breath.
I’m with you, Melmoth.