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..

Disgrace.

3 comments:

Grow Up said...

it's not right

What?

My left Kidney.

Well, no, it's your left one.

That's not what I mean.

Well, what do you mean.

It's producing whiskey.

Whiskey?

Yeah

You're pissing whiskey?

Yeah. But only from my left kidney.

How do you know?

Well, there's still piss in there too

Yeah, but how do you know it's specifically your left one, I mean it could be both are producing a mixture.

No. It's the left one.

Is there a way to separate the piss from the whiskey?

Dunno. It's a thought.

The Other Side Of The Coin said...

I can only imagine why a map of Ennis is attached to your post...actually I can't!

Fakey said...

do you even blog anymore?