bladderwrack

"Yeah um ... it's kind of hard to talk with your spaghetti manhood in my nose."

brb dying

"Throughout almost the entire 20th century the round room had been used as the 'quality junk' room. Once in the 1960s, when the room was still filled almost to the ceiling, I entered to find that some friends, having taken acid, had unfurled three or four very large old Chinese garden parasols made of varnished paper. Sitting beneath them, they were playing backgammon, nattering away in French, imagining themselves to be in a Belle Epoque Parisian café. This was odd since it later transpired none of them could speak French."

-- Lord St. Germans, Port Eliot: a guide