I could get used to posting on the Earth's four corners and I seem to be doing just that.
Why do I have the feeling that the era starting around the Festival of Britain in 1951 and dying with the Onset of Blair in 1997 was the last go round for anything that made life worthwhile?
Almost everybody looks forward to living in a cockroach-infested cesspit rather than aspire to what a civilisation might have to offer.
But there's that goat-footed balloonMan whistling far and wee again and all good things must come to a start.
4 comments:
Even deader than mine, don't think I've blogged for at least 4 months. We should post comments to each other "get off yer arse" every 2 weeks. Anyway, hope yer still alive Mr C.
Good to hear from you, Mr X. I am waiting to be arrested for something or anything I liked or reposted on X, but otherwise well.
I hope you are both jiving and in a plod-free zone.
Nothing to blog, if one puts "Putin" and "good egg", or "Muslim" and "cockroach" in the same sentence, it's off to prison for three years. At least ten minutes here or there on X liking the ones with colourful cartoons or abysmal spelling only exercises the index finger, an easier way to the hoosegow.
Escellent, Mr C goes on! Yeh, few things crappy, moan moan, but getting on with lots of old fart things, volunteer stuff etc. Really should bloggy, force the imagination to rise from the dead a bit. Ran story writing club for a while, got the brain working a bit.
I was using x on here long before Musk changed the name of Twitter. Could I sue him? Anyway, GET OFF YER ARSE!
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