I was driving to North Sydney this afternoon, … and guess what was presented to me along the roadside?
Some guy conducting a gold digging explorative search up his nose with his finger. What’s with these people? Isn’t it still an unsociable thing to do, or at least can’t they hide in some alley out of public view to do their business. I was almost compelled to call the police and report him for indecent exposure or at the very least, visual pollution. This sort of thing makes me ill.
Hey, I have a lot of room for tolerance, and I’m happy to put up with this, if let’s say, you use any finger on your ‘left hand’. Reserve the right hand for those germ free handshakes, and for opening and closing doors, etc. Imagine giving someone a high five, only to find remnants of some green putty in your palms. Yuk!
I went to the gym this afternoon, really hoping that this exercise switch is back ‘on’. Also saw Rob from the local rugby club along with his gorgeous baby girl. He was signing back up, and I was returning from retirement.
Immediately after the gym, I went and purchased this choice acoustic guitar. My last guitar was given away to a young boy who was learning to play at the time. Hopefully, he’s still deligently strumming those strings.
Going to go find those dusty music books. Goodnight all.
I’ve infiltrated the secret society of book readers, and successfully passed the ritual rights of passage (paddles, tar and feathers). I am now a fully fledged member of literary giants. They call it a ‘book club’, I think it’s a secret poet society thing.
After about six months, it’s now my turn to choose a book to appease the savagery lust of these eye candy seekers. That’s where the pic image to the left comes into play.
Admittedly, my ploy was unravelling because I had struggled in the earlier assigned books to read anything in its entirety, so I chose a book that had less than 200 pages, and as a bonus, there was a DVD. I got both from Amazon for £19.
I CAN read a book with less than 200 pages within 2 months …. I hope!
