Fat bloke likes fishing and writing. Will that do?
I awake to the sun and warmth of the day. It is May now and summer smiles at me from the horizon. People fly by thoughts and cares crossing through the air some lingering smiles, some distant stares.
Tidying up my bedroom, I feel like I need a Pith Helmet & a compass..
My Dad is so bad with computers, he could cause an error message on an abacus..
It was about half past two on a Sunday afternoon when the Aliens invaded.
These words so painfully earned will serve in inadequacy to describe the veracity of the storm that possesses our camp.