
But lo and behold! This tranquil mood doth ne’er last. No sooner hast thou make-eth thy morning cuppa and settled—eth down upon thy chair with Thy favourite tabloid-eths, that Thee art rudely brought-eth back unto Earth with a THUD! (or shouldst that be-eth a BANG?! Ha ha-eth!)
All those snot-nosed, pimply, bitch-faced scribes that I, Brian the Wise, despair of - and have-eth fought so hard to end their careers – they art still working! Still scribing! They still have-eth their columns! A Pestilence be-eth upon them! Damn and blast! Smite the Tabloids! They hath ruined Thy day yet-eth again!
Lo! Thy milk curdles in Thy Cocoa Pop-eths!
Thee art depressed-eth! Oh woe! Thee will be-eth depressed-eth all day long. Why canst thee ne’er have-eth a day wherest thee art not depressed-eth?
It art so unfair!
And if that art not bad enough, thee hath just discovered-eth the BOOK BIZ! What a schemozzle! It doth need the touch of Bri the Wi. Thy books art coming out in a trickle instead of a BANG! Sales art not what Thee hope-eth for! It art Required Reading for Queeblers and ye must buy-eth of it! At once!
Take-eth a look, if ye will, at Thy Sales Graph! (in stereoethphotographethy)

This makes Bri the Wi depressed-eth and thee hath been crying into thy coffee cup all morning.
Thy cup doth NOT runneth over!
The BOOK BIZ need-eth an overhaul.
And for that I need thy trusty Mac-eth Lapethtop .... And what happens when thee get-eth out thy trusty Mac-eth Lapethtop?
IT BURN-ETH THY LAP! Thee hast scorch marks upon thy thighs!
I wilst publish a stereoethphotographeth to prove-eth thy claim!
How canst thee overhaul the BOOK BIZ, complete thy graphs, design thy stereoethphotographeths, create-eth book covers and display-eth thy awards (BRIAN THE WISE and Queen) without thy trusty Mac-eth Lapethtop? The art beginning to hate-eth Mac-eth! A pestilence be upon them also.
Cheers,
Dr Bri the Wi (who look-eth ridiculous by the pool thanks be upon Apple Mac-eth!)