Another week bites the dust and we find ourselves at posting number 432.
This is being published the day after my birthday but I am writing it the day before as there is no point in typing it the day of my birthday. I’d miss all the keys and spill my malt onto the keyboard.
Continue reading “Week 432 – Plod With No Shoulders, Removed Nipples And Bloater Is Too Close.”
I decided to clear out my desk today. There is a problem as I have so many notes scribbled down for whatever reasons. At the time of writing them, I thought that they were the beginnings of some of the greatest ideas in the world, now that I look at them I think, ‘What the fuck was I on?’ I will type out the shite that I’m looking at:
‘Tuna and seaweed (All eaten)’ – I haven’t a fucking clue what was going on there!!!
Continue reading “Week 424 – Post-it’s, 100 Fucking Million (Watch this space) And Let’s Give Mr Kluger A Nod To One Over The Forty Nine!”
I have so many things floating about my head for this posting.
You may not have noticed but I do, in most of my posts, try and get in some writing context.
…We may need to come to that! And if I do, I’ll probably be dramatic!!
I ‘said’ to Leila early on this week, that I’d have to use the word ‘Aloof’, so in saying that, I have!
Was that a prompt?
Continue reading “Week 420 – Sorry Sally But That Will Always Be Embarrassing, A Nun’s Pocket Of Foreskin And Supermarket Brain-Stormers Wanting Their Hidden Cake And Eating It! By Hugh Cron”
Here we are at week 165. This is one of the most up to date postings that I’ve ever written.
Continue reading “Week 165 – Professor Hawkin, Kicking Stones And…Two In The Dead.”
