Monday, June 29, 2015

Matured To Perfection


It's not riveting, it's reading. Nearly there now, thank God. I will be glad when I’ve finished it. I hope it ends good but you never know, but I have a feeling it will not.


Back at home i am bored, and the devil gives idle hands things to do. So I take my utensils out of the Stella Artois glass and nail them to the wall, along with the Diablo.


I also hang this clock up at last.


That's much better.


For tea I have this pork pie, now not only cheap but extra matured, a bit like the 28 day gone off steaks that seem still to be in fashion.


I sit back at my main PC and burn the cd’s to the server.


I wonder what this is like? I wonder how long it will take for Google to cloud it? I wonder where I will listen to it.


I wonder if there music has matured? I hope not.


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
contains information that is non-accurate, made up and in some cases just down right lies. Anything in this blogg may be based on true fiction but to help dramatise it, some items may have been embellished. Some names are made up, others are not and any that are familar to yours just are.





 Near The End Of The Rainbow

An account of something that may one day turn out to be wonderful.......