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.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I Have Just been a feeding of the birds IN MY GARDEN
Then I stopped to cider-consider the real issue.
Was this an act of total absurdity? Was this an act of feeding those that demand feeding?
Or was this an act of welfare for us all together?
I hope the cider was real old Scrumpy. I remember when a Scottish regiment was posted to Somerset during WW2 they fondly imagined that cider was a fizzy drink for kids, and after swigging back a few pints of draught in the local pubs they were reeling around the streets in a state of total intoxication.
Beat that with your prissy straight malts if you can, Merkin.
The latter.
ReplyDeleteI hope the cider was real old Scrumpy. I remember when a Scottish regiment was posted to Somerset during WW2 they fondly imagined that cider was a fizzy drink for kids, and after swigging back a few pints of draught in the local pubs they were reeling around the streets in a state of total intoxication.
Beat that with your prissy straight malts if you can, Merkin.