In other news:- I've got shit loads of jobs applications to fill in. CSD is going to the toilet via the arse so the sooner I get out the better (There are plans for name badges and I bet they'll want us to ask if people want fries. Well tough tits. Its against my religion to wear name badges (I follow my own made up religion) so they'll have a hard job getting me to wear one).
St Johns Wort is fantastic!
I have a sore tongue.
The house things are all going swimmingly well. I shall post an electronic copy of the survey soon.
I love the warm weather and am reminded of this poem I did last year:-
Hot Days by Stegzy Gnomepants
I know I shouldn't look
When I'm walking down the street
But when they're in my face
I can't just look at feet
They're out there in vast numbers
Proud and voluminous
But I swear I wasn't looking
Just I thought I saw my bus
Cos if I stumbled blindly
Arms stretched, felt where I go
I'm sure I'd walk into them
And this you'd say I know
"Look where you're going weirdo"
"You cant walk round like that"
"You stand there with your beard-o"
"I think you are a twat"
And then you'd punch and kick me
And push me to the ground
So I'll walk with my eyes open
And see them nice and round
For other poetry you may have missed see here and especially here