December 4th, 2017

Monday 4th December 2017.

I pull off my blue uniform..it flakes grunts crawls to a corner as the working day dies in a howling moon..i take a swig of the real thing and wonder what indeed is the real thing, i have not heard if any blood is dripping down a cities walls..i keep the media under the carpet these days where it belongs at my age...the only news i have heard to day is that the Ozzies are mashing the English cricket team some stories are in the earwig of the Beano again best left there...Christmas is coming...So goeth...