Thursday, September 03, 2009


It's chucking it down - again. The heating is on - again. At least I don't live on Skye. That would test George's poetic appreciation of rain. Here is my 10-10 pledge. I will cut down my flying; I will fly to Greece once and bloody stay there.

What about work? Why work? (Ta Will)


Will said...

George's post is fucking great.

He weRks too much tho but. Needs to take a fucking break.

Have a Kit Kat and that.

I am going to buy some Quality Street the morra -- it is on offer at Tesco.

The Plump said...

George is a fucking great human being all round and a brilliant poet, just has a thing about getting wet.

27 days to retirement and counting.

Anonymous said...

Peter, based on your recomendation I have just returned from two weeks on Pelion. I regret having to report that on Wednesday evening, in the square in Visitza, we were shivering in the breeze that was also troubling the giant plain tree on which we thought to rely for shade from the searing sun whose praises you sing so convincingly. I think you owe me a Mythos.

The Plump said...

Oops Julian. Don't believe everything you read on the internet :-)