The paradox of the modern egg.

A message from comrade Vladimir Yolkovich of the Red Cup Brigades:

COMRADES!

It is not right that, as sleepy eggs, you should be alienated from your own yolk by the beater of modernity.
Yes, it is difficult given the pressures we face not to lose sight of our purpose, not to sucumb to sterile categorisation as slightly spaced out protein wafters.

WE must not follow the logic of our hard-boiled forefathers who elevated our sleepiness above all things; Nietzschean distance is the road to egg flu, not greatness. Yes, our sleepiness is a gift, but it is not one that should merely lead to a strong eggy subculture in what Max Weggber so rightly called the "iron egg cup of modernity".

WE must use our innate egginess to climb our own shell barricades and proclaime eggdom against those forces that would stilfle the charismatic yolk at the heart of all of us.

SLEEPY EGGS OF THE WORLD CUP UNITE!

I have not cracked, thank you.

Egg was temporarily indisposed and thus retreated to the egg bunker for a few days.

I was pleased comrade Fat Hams publicised my recent publication on Sleep, Egg and my thoughts on Ham. If you are unable to attend the seminar, a follow up hamphlet on the dialectics of scrambled dreams will be on the shelves shortly. Should you wish to pre-order a copy, please contact the publisher, Benedict&Florentine or indeed, Ham willing, Veronica Pancetta.