Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
FEELING FICKLE TODAY It is just about mid-day today and I'm feeling fickle.
You may be correct here Anticant but I never talk family on me blog so that it becomes personal. Me blogging is just a part of an absurd world that is as it is unjustly.
Better not tell Mrs Zola.
ReplyDeleteWrong! Better tell Mrs. Zola, immediately!
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ReplyDeleteJesus I hope me missus does not read this blog!
ReplyDeleteDoes she need to? I expect she knows all about it already.
ReplyDeleteIndeed.
ReplyDeleteAfter a fair many years together there is little me missus does not know about me feeling fickle.
I'm sure she also knows that your fickleness counts as nothing against your constant devotion.
ReplyDeleteYou may be correct here Anticant but I never talk family on me blog so that it becomes personal.
ReplyDeleteMe blogging is just a part of an absurd world that is as it is unjustly.
Dear Zola,
ReplyDeleteSpike Milligan will never die while you are blogging.
He was deeply serious underneath, too.