So I'm told.

I've been told by a dear friend that I don't put much up here. While that is in fact, quite true, I feel I need to resolve the aforementioned malady by posting something of noteworthy content. (This last sentence was spoken in by brain with a British accent, re-read it, it sounds much better.)

So today was a strange day. I attempted to resolve some things that have been bothering me in the last couple days, but alas, this was not to be. (Actually this whole post from now will sound much batter if read with a British accent. Out Loud. Don't worry, nobody's listening).

By and by, as I was last lamenting, resolution was not in my book of songs today. Peculiar as it is, procrastination was the penultimate answer. Resolution not willingly forthcoming, I decided to forge on with my day. (O.K. last side note, do a half British accent, with a little Yoda sauce on the side. Then it sounds like my head. And follow the god damn punctuation. Please.)

Strolling customarily forward, as I do, I decided to meet an old acquaintance for a pint or two this evening. Disaster would surely abound, a good fellow would say.

The man with the hat was right. Disaster abounded with my telly. The unit, could not work, in the right. "Bollocks," I declared. Oh yes, Bollocks, Bollocks indeed.

So now I sit, half pissed out of me mind, straying at the keys for some thought, that might, in a night or two, get a laugh.

Bollocks. Bollocks Indeed.

FIN