Ye bend to the sound of the horns, precious copper kettle - 'tis a great day in the morning!
And it was just this early morning, err the chickens had not even began their scrummage for flukes, that my goodly wife had just completed a most royal and expert attention to my esteemed best leg of three. I rolled over in the bed chamber, took my soiled yet sturdy laptop upon my own, and found this most sterling example of a post. Exult! Dot'h the parakeets and magpies proclaim!
Even the name Draken Peregrine doth make me forgive even my proclaimed disdain for The Starter of Kick - it also pleases me even more than my beloved lady fair's wanton ministrations! Just gazing upon that expertly applied moniker - the "A" kitty-cornered akin to an accused penny-stealer awaiting harsh sentence while cowering in a prison inhabited by Whigs - is enough to make me reach for my penny pen, or, as is the trend these days, my plastic issuer of hard-found funds. Add to that logo work that defies the laws of art, expert, and even cleanliness - yet, it tracks my precious juices! Away, workaday pittance, away! Just months from sweet abandon into a world of high horology that are not speak its name - besides, I cannot pronounceth "Peregrine," yet I must. I must!
Draken! Draken! Draken!
Thus, the change is a new, bold era upon our sensibilities! The Starter Of Kick - my new GOD!