Today..is in England a dead good dad's dad's day an excuse to drink more bubbles than normal and be excused from washing the pots there is also the mass of repeat, repeat football in the World Cup both of which have left me standing in the shadows they say life is a bitch i prefer Bill Brysons..Words in one of his first Books..." life is a bucket of shit and here's yours " if ever i have been knee high to a grass hopper in some hell hole those words have slipped into my head battering the gap between my ears with giggles...to ride the storm out.
Yesterday i tripped into town fought with the swamping crowds this crowd stuff is going to take a good while before i can become calm enough to sway with the crowds, i think i have worked and lived for so long in small company which means a sort of strangling fills my head with nonsense. travelling away from home seems quite different which is another lucky bag story...however it was worth splashing about in Manchester Rain...catching rainbows blowing bubbles as each street bend was taken...sadly my camera did'nt quite feel up to it and decided to slip off to recharge battery mode world, stinker..!!....and for once i kept away from the stockings shops and instead dribbled over all the music and books that were so out of reach for my pocket as a youth...CD's have now become bubble gum prices giving that feeling of the small school boy glee which i can still just about recall..Must be a sign of old age all this glee of when i was a lad....as long as i do not end up in a nursing home pissing in the corn flakes....So Goeth.