"But why RD? I thought you were quite friendly with the old fellow?" I hear you asking.
Could it be because old Java's way too cool for school? He's slinky, like a cat, and cool, like a cucumber. Or a fridge. But he doesn't look like a fridge, unless Smeg now do a fridge that looks like Java, something that's quite likely.
Could it be the way he walks into bars, restaurants and the like and usually has a fleet of sexy women following in his wake?
Could it be because Chuck Norris seeks his counsel?
Well it could be any of the above, but it's not.
It's because I can be sitting there, well here actually, at my desk, casually pretending to work whilst in actuality I'm perusing the Lankanosphere and the drum world, which is distracting me from getting down to the serious business of writing a blog post about the state of the Lankan blog world, when I get an email from Mr Jones.
It's not just any email though. It's one with a link. It's not just any link either. It's this one.
It takes me to a blog, one with a collection of those gorgeous old postcards of the motherland.
There I was, feeling rather pleased about the fact that I'd booked a ticket only a few hours before for the New Year period. Then the link Java sent me made me go all yearning and whatsitcalled, all you know and whatever.
That's why I hate Java Jones.
Here's the link, one more time:
Check it out. Tell them RD sent you, but that Java sent him.
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