I can only gasp...Gosh...as the Tick-Tock clock has kept me bound and gagged..since i last paused here to scribble a few up side down words bucketed from my crazy paved mind....Even my Old friend Winnie-The-Poo...sent out a search party thinking i had become entangled in my wrinkled stockings and lay in the gutter drinking Chardonnay...Tut Tut how could he possibly think such.....What ever normal service is, after this weekend when i play Once more Johnny Taxi Driver down to Robin Hood country... will appear...i do hope Friar Tuck has a bottle for me as a reward for my slavery towards the ticking clock...So Goeth...
