?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Wednesday 19th July 2017.

On Monday...i survived wearing a three piece suit in hot Nottinghamshire sunshine....indeed it was for a worthy cause and  that is what i had to concentrate on in thoughts, with added smiles as the day was not for myself.. as i pulled this blue suit over my skin...buttoned up the waist coat popped a small fob watch in the waist coat pocket thought of the last line in the poem invictus..." I am the captain of my soul...i strolled out into the grounds of Nottingham University up to the new sports hall sat down and watched the mass of youth with so much perhaps hope for their future parade in gowns caps and delight...to become graduates for the real  world before them.
Perhaps tomorrrow i might dwell on the future with the hope that somewhere down the road it will not be so full of doom and gloom as it seems to be at this moment in time, as i embark on a small visit to the city of Lisbon strapped inside a tin plane more likely drift thoughts into fook the Manchester weather than the word hope....at this very moment the Gods are throwing large buckets of piss across the window the sky is so dark God has not changed his underpants for some weeks and is howling to have those rags changed..this is a true English summer in North England....but hey i'm not living in Australia in all that sunshine perhaps God has never heard of the place perhaps he does not like ice cold beer.
However tis but time to close shower pack the old travelling clobber...for the alarm clock will shrill at three-thirty am..the things us Brits will do for some sunshine....So Goeth....

Profile

bichoose
bichoose

Latest Month

January 2018
S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031   
Powered by LiveJournal.com