...walks In To A Bar
A man walks in to a bar with a giraffe. He orders one pint for himself and ten for the giraffe. The giraffe downs his pints really quickly and passes out.
Tis a wondrous thing, don't lose it!
A man walks in to a bar with a giraffe. He orders one pint for himself and ten for the giraffe. The giraffe downs his pints really quickly and passes out.
"You don't have to be mad to live (work) here, but it helps" Unknown, but oft repeated by my lovely Mother!.
"The more sh*t you throw at a wall, the more will stick" Unknown, but repeated by my Area Manager this afternoon..
People say that they don't like Mondays, or they hate going back to work on a Monday after their weekend.
It's such an elusive thing. Fleeting. Sitting on the sofa watching the TV, you feel you eyelids start to droop and so take yourself to bed.
I now know what a chicken feels like on a Sunday. There is something very satisfying about an Oriental banquet. My favourite bit, well, most certainly the company. The duck was pretty darn good too..
Tonight we dine, a feast of Kings. A grand banquet laid before us on a table fit for a knight. Round and round go the choices. Dim sum to our hearts, or should that be stomachs, content.
I'm getting married in just over eight weeks. We're sat here painting little wooden hearts that will become the place names on the tables. Thankfully we haven't invited too many people.
I'm lay in bed... To my right I hear the breath of my love. To my left the tick tock of my little clock. Further left again there is a Blackbird signing in the morning and a dove cooing to its mate.
Does having a butty in both hands constitute a balanced meal?.
Some say love is all around us. Some say it's hard to find. Some say love lasts forever. And that it never dies. But love can be painful. It can cause a broken heart. Some fear to release it.
I've just been drawn in to Cold Comfort Farm... There's something naaasty in the wood shed!.