And so the day dies…i am sure someone once told me that one should not start a sentence with And….i cannot remember if it was an actual body, or i read it once, long after school boy days had snapped back amongst the cabbages floating around the crazy street mix of a mind i carry around in this soul. Sometimes what, if,and perhaps, are simply words to cover the big white screen of word block there is always the fond memory about being called thick at school but that again was so long ago that even Goblins hiccup over that giggle.
Therefore perhaps i can start my adage scribble with and, being comforted that i have indeed survived another day in the wacky warehouse that is life today, in Merry England plus a bale of hay that, this is indeed me myself on live journal... thankful that Monday drips down the dust pipe as i still play ball inside my head over the news this week…in the New Musical Express's top five hundred Greatest songs of all time that Nirvana's Smells like Teen Spirit..was indeed there choice number one..i can only be glad that it was not that song by Queen..With a small comfort plus in Ghost Town by the Specials trooped in at twenty-one which shows that MT….will never be forgotten….with 1981..and 2014…gelling into…?????…Mouldy Old Doe..now there was a tune to mull over during a glass or two..so goeth….Take care all whom pass this way...