(cont. from entry - Monday 24th) )

SUNDAY 23`/9 :  PM
(  So here's the joke :    Bradley Wiggins and Andrew Mitchell are on their stolen tandem bike, yeah?)  .. . . . . 
.. . . .    .        .              ...                  .   .    ..           ..  
At this point y'all, as PHF embarks on the storyjoke       -  ?!  apocryphal?apposite?appertaining2 the apocalypse  !? -    
it will be observed that that this will be       a short kickabout   ( into)   the main kaboodle :   
What eveveryone there, then, at  Kelostemy Inn,  what all of us were waiting on ..  the nature of the   10/12 Revelation.
It is fair to say that Frog will have learned no doubt from preceding interruptions and interventions from ?Ynnit,  from !Yikes, 
and will know ( if he didn't already)  that an audience - !even a captive one - can take only so much at any given time, 
especially a Time that is, by necessity, so anxiety-ridden. 
Frog is fully aware, like all of us, that 'small is good '  !goodgod    and, anyhoo, too much ribbiting on is a bad habit to get into
and really no good for anyone . ..
Leaving them wanting  more ( exclamation)   is superior to long-winded explanation    ..and   slow-burning expiration      

Thus, as a result of all of this shindig-fandango (and ! on a Sunday ), weighing all things up, and all things being both equal and considered, Pastor Frog continued his address to the gathered multitudes :  .               .           ..                .              . .
    ..   .              .   . .... .   Wiggins  .   .                  Mitchell    ...               .                         .                                                                   
            .   . ....          . .  .                                             Mitchell      ...  .  ..            . ..                      Wiggins           ...   .. 
(THURSDAY  27/9) ..   .   ..  so  then finally  Mitchell turns to  Wiggins and says :  
  Brad ! You think you've got troubles    Look! what those two monks are doing with JohnCage's bicycle . .!!.. (Lol )
                     Silence                                                        Furtive glances.   
If the response from the tethered multitude was muted, we must bear in mind that it was now the morning of Thursday, 27/9,   
eleven minutes past ten to be precise.     Those crammed into  The Inn  had waited three and a half days for Henry Frog
to grind out a punchline      which no-one understood.
And  at 10.12am precisely   on that same Thursday     the 10/12 Revelation was revealed.