The random, but sometimes surprisingly connected (but not necessarily lucid), stream-of-consciousness thoughts of an optimistic, heavy drinking, cantankerous, iconoclastic, foul-mouthed, devil worshipping misogynist who gets into fist-fights and lived in a damp barge in the arse end of the Thames and now lives in a caravan and loves to slaughter cats by the flinty light of a full moon while reading poetry.
Do you think you might be suffering from a communicative disease?
ReplyDeleteAlan: It's probably oak gall disease
ReplyDeleteCB you should be beam'ing?
ReplyDeleteSteve: You had me trussed up with laughter.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful work - and no j'oak.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of a Carpenters song - There's a Kind of Bush".
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