The darkness

Having the shutters closed did a funny thing. It was total blackout in the bedroom and as a result I slept solidly for ten hours. Blimey, that’s unheard of in my six hours a night world.

Freezing cold it maybe, but the sun still shines all day which means if you can find somewhere out of the wind you can go sunbathing. Well, not quite but you get the idea. I took a stroll down to the weir which was bubbling and boiling like a mini-Niagara on Viagra. I picked up a copy of The Guardian in town (aw c’mon, it’s been a week since my last fix – give me a break) and sat in the sun reading it. Well done to Ash Atalla for a very entertaining column.

I don’t what happened to provoke it, but the words rattling around inside my skull today formed into these lyrics, as I struck out along the riverside…

To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection - I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what I've had

Anybody want a stab at it? Well done to flu-ey John by the way who correctly spotted the marvellous Toyah’s magnificent 80’s monster hit, Thunder In The Mountains from last week, and wins a virtual box of Nightnurse Cold & Flu remedy for his trouble. Get well soon.

I’ve just realised there’s only a month left before this blogsite officially gets killed off? How shall I do it? Road accident (Tiffany style), overdose (Angie style), poisoning (Timmy style), lightning bolt (not sure if that’s been done, maybe a first), taxi to the airport and a new life in Australia/India/America/Spain/Portugal (everybody else who ever left Eastenders except Ethel style)? Does anybody give a hot tootin' damn? I thought not.