THE VIRTUE OF FOOLS
Silence is the virtue of fools. Ergo. I am.
I realise that this blog has become a storage space for some snazzy mobile uploads and little else. This is not a Good Thing.
I wish I could report that my silence is because I have been kidnapped by the clebrity mafia who have insisted that I jet across the world with them; living la vida high-life: soaking up the sun on heaven-sent beaches, driving fast cars round Monacco, and quoiffing cocktails and hors d'œuvre in 5 star hotel lobby receptions while mwah-mwah double-kissing the cheeks of hot celebrities.
Alas not.
Instead I have been trudging the well-worn, damp and wet (stupid English summers) path to work. Tap tapping on a keyboard. And returning on the path home: with the occasional weekend away and triathlons to plod.
Hmmmm. Must. Get. Out. More.
Dit is die waarheid.
I realise that this blog has become a storage space for some snazzy mobile uploads and little else. This is not a Good Thing.
I wish I could report that my silence is because I have been kidnapped by the clebrity mafia who have insisted that I jet across the world with them; living la vida high-life: soaking up the sun on heaven-sent beaches, driving fast cars round Monacco, and quoiffing cocktails and hors d'œuvre in 5 star hotel lobby receptions while mwah-mwah double-kissing the cheeks of hot celebrities.
Alas not.
Instead I have been trudging the well-worn, damp and wet (stupid English summers) path to work. Tap tapping on a keyboard. And returning on the path home: with the occasional weekend away and triathlons to plod.
Hmmmm. Must. Get. Out. More.
Dit is die waarheid.
posted by AKM at
12:13 PM
1 Comments:
Nice to hear from you - though I am disappointed at least one of us isn't leading the jet set high life!We both need to get out I reckon!! S
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