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, November 07, 2009
I MISS SMITHS CRISPS BECAUSE Sometimes the little blue salt bag was damp and I could get angry. Sometimes there was no damned salt bag there at all so I could get really pissed off. Things were oh so much better then.
What an old sentimentalist you are, Zola. You'll just have to make do with Twiglets.
ReplyDeleteLight the blue touch paper and retire immediately.
If there was no salt bag it was because you had bought Golden Wonder, no?
ReplyDeleteBut how I romanced with the uncertainties.
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