I just spent ages writing this long rambling post about the my lifelong search for the Path Of Least Resistance and how when I finally found the POLR it led me to a life that involved a lot of hard work...
...but it was very self indulgent and probably rather dull. I'm not going to inflict that on you.
Instead you can have some even more indulgent random thoughts in a variety of festive colours.
Twenty minutes to go and I have not yet been attacked by drunken, crutch wielding nutters.
Will Marie ever come to the shop when she is a famous author?
The line above is in "snow" white BTW.
Since the lad and Maz are out this evening should I go to the Hermit's Cave in Camberwell?
Or would I be better off in the King's Arms down the way?
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obvios oxymoron in consequence but not origin: where is the hermit's cve?
ReplyDeleteIs there a collective noun for knackered booksellers?
ReplyDeletesookbellers?
bknocklers?
bleeergh...
You'll have to pay me to come into the bookshop when I'm famous.
ReplyDeleteOh. Hang on a minute. You already do.