27 June, 2008
26 June, 2008
I don't think all is right with the world. Watching the news these days I am filled with the same feeling of that before a big storm you know the sort of thing. I long for the days of Pimms and the sound of leather on willow but these days it's water with gender bending chemicals coming out of my tap, spitting football players and knife wielding toddlers. I'm tired of thinking about it all let alone typing it here. I'm going on holiday in a couple of weeks, I am hoping I shall come back with lots to say but I've got my doubts.
11 June, 2008
Elephant Fly

10 June, 2008
Yellow Rose of Texas

This morning, I was watching the telly and it was almost as if life was imitating art as I watched the report that Mr Trump was trying to build a crazy golf course up there! What was more remarkable was that he looks a bit like Burt Lancaster, is he taking the piss? Time for a DVD re-release me thinks to cash in.
02 June, 2008
Truth is I've dried. Can't think of a word to say. For the last six years I've had no trouble yarping on about this and that but just lately I've been hard pushed to type an email. Let's all enjoy the silence shall we, for just a bit.
For those who need a fix I can point you in this direction: http://flamingnora.blogspot.com/
For those who need a fix I can point you in this direction: http://flamingnora.blogspot.com/