Wellington Leg: The Druids on the forty third floor report cub reporter Tuffy Tuffington, author of the Tuffington Post, has been located. Regular readers will recall that Tuffy dropped through a donut hole suffered molecular disassociation and signed with a literary agent all before the ink was dry on the afternoon edition of the Literary Leg. Young Tuffy went on to rebalance his tires and read the Fed Minutes but let’s not bury the lede here: he signed with a literary agent.
He’s Trendy and Very Now: While some may sneer and others withhold judgment the news has spread from Wellington Leg to the Roman garrison at Goth. The Roman commander of the Valeria Victrix Legion has promised not to sack and burn New York now that Tuffy is represented. He’s ordered Tuffy’s work translated into Latin to be read aloud during Vespers:
if the troops like what they hear Tuffy will be carried through the Syrian Gate, deposited on a marble slab near the temple of Venus in Blue Jeans and made to enjoy the spectacle of chariot repair on ESPN Augustus Caesar. If they don’t like it he’ll be beheaded after an interlude of jeers and catcalls.
The Manuscript Delivered: Riders and skirmishers delivered a copy of the manuscript to the palatial estate of the 43 Earl mere hours after transcribing Tuffy’s prose into print. 43 answered the door in a paisly bathrobe causing panic and confusion as he signed for the delivery in Olde French.
In honor of the occasion shops in Wellington Leg will close early today. Eddie’s Book Nook will celebrate with a reading from poet laureate Pam Anderson later this evening. Eddie sez: be there or be square.