Alba
After a long period of hard work (yeah right) and brilliant blogging i am now entitled to a break. I'm off to Scotland for two weeks of fresh air and long and hard walks. Which I hope will be refreshing. Plenty of whisky too I hope.
But please come back and read my bloggywogg after that, I think this blog has been a great success. Well, it can hardy get worse can it. When I started telling people that I was writing a humoristic blog they all laughed, but they aint laughing any more. Now I'm the one laughing, at my own jokes.
And kids stay of the amphetamine. Speed is like a dozen transatlantic flights without ever getting off the plane. Time change. You lose, you gain. Makes no difference so long as you keep taking the pills. But sooner or later you've got to get out because it's crashing, and then all at once the frozen hours melt out through the nervous system and seep out the pores.
But please come back and read my bloggywogg after that, I think this blog has been a great success. Well, it can hardy get worse can it. When I started telling people that I was writing a humoristic blog they all laughed, but they aint laughing any more. Now I'm the one laughing, at my own jokes.
And kids stay of the amphetamine. Speed is like a dozen transatlantic flights without ever getting off the plane. Time change. You lose, you gain. Makes no difference so long as you keep taking the pills. But sooner or later you've got to get out because it's crashing, and then all at once the frozen hours melt out through the nervous system and seep out the pores.
The Land Of Heart's Desire
Biljetten är bokad, allting fixat och klart. Augusti kommer försvinna i ett nafs sen blir det semester!
Det faktum att min egen lilla Octopig följer med gör ju bara saken ännu mera underbar.

The grey gulls are wheeling ever,
And the wide arch of Sky,
Oh Aignish, Aignish on the Machair,
And quiet, quiet there to lie.
And quiet, quiet there to lie.
Det faktum att min egen lilla Octopig följer med gör ju bara saken ännu mera underbar.

The grey gulls are wheeling ever,
And the wide arch of Sky,
Oh Aignish, Aignish on the Machair,
And quiet, quiet there to lie.
And quiet, quiet there to lie.