another quiet month in worthing. unseasonable weather and events in hibernia conspired to numb my funny-bone. is it better to celebrate a life [too] well lived or mourn wasted opportunities. i don’t know but, as mr cash said, "i still miss someone".
back to thoughts about the real world. remember the strawberries? i promised never to mention them again but i must. they were crap. they looked like albino haemorrhoids and tasted like….well i didn’t dare taste them. might never speak to peter again. my mates had great success. all down to a lack of sun apparently. perhaps it really does only shine on the righteous?
you may also recall that i made fun of place names in eire a few weeks ago. well it’s no better up north. ballinamallard (why not remove it?), lack (only a useful place name for limericks), gillygooley (a limerick in itself) and so it goes on. don’t get me wrong, i love the place . indeed nigel will soon have lawrie’s army strutting their stuff on the world stage again.
getting into summer sports. very disappointed that the slovakian girl is out of wombleton. i miss those legs. but darren has nice legs too and he will soon be crazily carving his way round carnoustie (do all the celts go in for funny names?). the sharks have lost their teeth and are playing like a shoal of suckers.
off to see thespians soon in london and edinburgh so more later, when the sun comes out…..but then it might be a long wait
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