Better stuff than the last lot, I hope...

Couldn't find any poppy seeds, and anyway I'm not sure about shooting or smoking that jank. That's a Gypsy word for excrement...I may enlighten you further with their tongue. We all knew it in Worcestershire in the 70's, mushy. If you don't read me, try George Borrow and his travels in Wild Wales (1862). I don't make this stuff up, you know, it's all the fund of my father's collection. Perhaps I can entice subscriptions to my outrages, rather like Mr Dickens? Oh, and Peter, this does not mean that Worcester is in Wales.

Anyway, I have been musing on the past. Funny that, as I have no future, although I am told the present is a gift! Probably an American, or Clinton's cards? I would like to slag off the Americans more, but I have to say that I saw Clinton speak, and he was numbingly good. All due respect to a consummate elephant in the room.

So I have just done the alcohol, anti-depressants, skunk and sleeping tablets. Why don't these things gel as they should? It's a good job I don't have one! Which reminds me of a new friend. I knew a chap in Ongar who did fourteen years, but in little bits, and mostly for GBH. Really good company, and very generous, given that he once took the rap for his brother to stop a more serious sentence. My new friend did ten in one go, and his wife is still married to him! Amazing, especially as he is a face, even at 60, and must have 'encouraged' her occasionally. But he grows good grass, and I'll mow his lawn anytime. If only he spoke to Charlie, although he does know Billy Whizz.

Oh well, time to get back to reality. I am online 24 hours a day, so please converse. I have little else to do until I get that coveted broom and trolley.

I have also been thinking of the earliest blogs, and my mind came to John Langdown - I think. He worked for New Japan Securities in the Eighties, and his Reuters page was de rigeur at 8 in the morning. God! I used to work, and get in at that sort of time, too. Real credit here to a man named Churcher, who could lead the world in drinking records, but was also the best drunk I ever knew. And Langdown introduced me to the Japanese habit of calling children 'Number 1 Son', etcetera. My daughter and boys know what this means.

Remember, Glasshopper, by three methods we may learn wisdom. First, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.

I try to reflect, I clearly imitate, and I am obviously bitter. Confucious, you are correct!