There is no grass to lie in anymore and the clouds are one mass of grey. I’m hardly likely to find an abandoned Chevy in Yorkshire or a cassette of Little Willie John, but I do know a place down by the crazy river. Great song.
Obsessed by deserted places, I love the river with it’s lonely, or even sunken boats – we are owners rather than doers aren’t we? How many people received treadmills and exercise bikes for Christmas which will be nothing more than clothes dryers in a month? Joining a Gym doesn’t get you fit, going to a Gym does that. Of course there’s my bike in the garage, I’ve repaired the inner tube more times than I’ve ridden it. How many resolutions have been broken after 4 days into 2019 I wonder? You may have noticed I am a little melancholy? Well, I’ve noticed during the past 4 days that everything and everyone is out to annoy me, in other words I’ve stopped smoking simply to get more oxygen into my lungs when I’m running, but I’m also doing dry January and now I have caught the cold from the princess, who incidentally is no longer a princess, but is, in actual fact the “I’ve got a good idea. Lets stop drinking and smoking,” bitch from hell who lives here, she’s against me too, there is a plot, you know. See! (too many commas, the commas are annoying me, I’m going, see you next week – Harrumph 😦