I don’t suppose that many of you know that paraskavedekatriaphobia is fear of Friday 13th. I certainly didn’t… until I was told this by a most unusual man in a cloak, carrying a scythe, who decided to sit at the next table this morning when I was reading my Tabloid of choice, sipping espressos and smoking Silk Cut. I am grateful to him for this information. It has improved my day, so much so, in fact, that I plan to write without mentioning the law once….. well… possibly…
and it is coming soon…. but, first, I must take lunch… not that I am overly superstitious… or suspicious, as one of my friends said to me this morning on the telephone.
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UPDATE… got sidetracked when I finished work… I survived Friday 13th… and returned unscythed, from The Swan, to find a post by Corporate Blawg UK on “irachibutyphillia”. (See Comments section)… which has given me hope.
Corporate Blawg was once told that “irachibutyphillia” is the love os smearing peanut butter on your genitals, but perhaps he is gullible, like the sea.
Corporate Blawg… I salute you – this post has made Friday 13th worth living through…. truly exceptional! Mille gracie…
[Is it tax deductible?… anything in the Companies Act 2006 about this?]