Wednesday, June 17, 2009

A Complicated Plate of Potatoes

“no man in an island.. except maybe for the Isle of Mann”

I think it was Basil Brush who said this, and who am I to argue for I’d wager it’d be as futile as trying to blutack an omelete to the underside of a horse.

You’d better get used to these meandering's folks, as I do not have the luxury of choosing when I post anymore. Like Christ spending 40 days and 40 nights without internet, I am reliant on some distant unsecured network drifting towards my new flat in the breeze, offering with it a moments window in which to share my thoughts.

Tonight's connection comes courtesy of WLAN-AP and unfortunately for the readers finds me in one of those moods that generally result in meaningless posts with ridiculous titles..


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Circle in the sand

Talk amongst yourselves while I sort out some internet for this new flat of mine...

In the meantime, here’s something interesting I heard recently:

“Humming along to a Belinda Carlisle song is a bit like arriving at a Petrol station and realising that you forgot your car!!”