Before we start, I would like to congratulate Mr Woods on his Masters win. I’ve mentioned before that he was a mad shagger and I stand by that. But to have the natural drive to look for birdie after birdie by sinking a few long ones is an amazing achievement. (Shame on any of you if you tittered. Or even more shame if you didn’t see that coming!!)
Back to normal this week although we do have another two Saturday Specials waiting in the wings.
There are two worlds.
One is conscious that we see.
And one is invisible that we feel
Here we are at Week 217 and we have a wee treat.
Onto the stories first and then I’ll explain.
Here we are at Week 216.
The weeks are fair flying by. This time tomorrow it will be a fortnight on Monday!
I looked for something interesting about the number 216 and I found that it was a Harsad Number. I checked that out and wish I hadn’t, don’t look folks, it really isn’t worth it!
Another week and another realisation that no matter what horror we can imagine and write about, real life is much more horrific.
To all involved in New Zealand, we send our heart felt sympathies.
…I always wanted to have a shot at some of that inner dialogue speaking to me.
You know the shit that I’m talking about; the ‘Sex In The City’ voice, ‘True Romance’ and me hearing Alabama, or even I suppose, John-Boy from The ‘Waltons’. Any of them would have done and I wanted it to be from me for me.
It nearly happened. Once.