The sol standing tice-ish as seen from the New Tavern Fort in Gravesend.
It is good for a while to let ones ambitions of some day condemning around three hundred thousand of the inhabitants of these isles to the executioner's yard, and of deporting a couple million more, lapse for a while and admire a decaying 40mm Bofors.
3 comments:
Nice, typically weird, post. That brings back memories of my 2nd job near there. Belated happy whatever it was to you Mr C.
Come on Mr C. You seem even more dead than me.
I sleep, I sleep until England needs me once again, and I scribe a blogpost that saves her from destruction.
Or would if anybody read it.
And I nip out to the corner shop for gaspers, obviously, and I have to let the ASDA man in with the groceries.
But, I sleep.
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