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It’s an amazing thing, yet sometimes the care and devotion people have for the gubbins experience, their gubbins experience*, brings a salty tear to my most hard-boiled of eyes.
You’ll no doubt be over-joyed to hear that the whole of the site is cleaned of the demon Olivier. Secretly, underhandedly and in the most devious of fashions, his memory and visage have been stricken from the collective gubbins-memory. Some may call this censorship of the worst kind, but ask yourself this: Is it so terrible to rewrite history to wipe the memory of things the current regime would rather be buried?
The chronicles of times-past are my personal play-thing: what I abhor from antiquity will be denied the luxury of record, what I wish to promote will be treated as truth.
* Actually, it’s mine.