The Insanity plea
Sanity left me a few years back, it was a sad day
No more was I to frolic in the fields and think how nice the sunset was, how glorious it was to spend a Sunday afternoon picking out shapes in the clouds… 1,193 more words
This one goes out to my fellow non-nesting aces. To those who, having found the bliss of living alone – really, properly alone – would rather give up coffee/cake/TV/their internet connexion than go back to having… 977 more words
I would like… No, only kidding, last time we played that game we woke up with a couple of blondes, a feather duster and the March Hare was cooking us breakfast, please do tell me if you remember anything more than the word ‘kibble’ from that night although maybe it’s best left forgotten. 328 more words
“I have a dream”
I must thank Martin Luther King for a cracking opening line!
Ever since Christmas gained its cheap and tacky appeal I’ve had a dream; Macaroni Cheese on Christmas day as I veg out on darkly inspired DVDs to combat the cheerful smiling sop that pollutes the TVs rosy lens. 635 more words