Cantankerous old git, Ale geek, Dad.
Cats sleep anywhere Any table Any chair Top of piano Window ledge In the middle On the edge Open drawer Empty shoe Anybody's lap will do Fitted in a cardboard box In the cupboard With your...
... I'd fix that leaking tap in the kitchen. It's doin' my 'ead in!.
Benton. Bennnntonnn. Bntn. Oh Jesus Christ!.
Having read the Steve Wozniak Biog there was much I already knew and Isaacson did not shed much new light. There was very little about the neXt years and overall I was left unfulfilled.
It had been a week. It was time. The once golden bounty was now tarnished and dull. Its brief life had been a celebration of love and life. I held the knife to its neck and drew it across.
I stood before the assembled crowd, as I looked out, the eyes if loved ones from a dozen lives stared back at me. My mouth was dry , so gulped down some ale. I dived in ... "My wife and I ...
Those misunderstanding "Septic Tanks" have got it wrong again. Today is 11/11/11, not 11/11/11. The ignorant fools!.
Twinkle twinkle chocolate bar, my dad drives a rusty car, start the engine, pull the choke; off he goes in a puff of smoke!.
My wife and I never seemed to follow the traditional flow chart for a relationship. We finally eloped to Las Vegas with our two children in August 2011..