Weekend's End

Oh - but wasn't it a good one. Merriment galore, port and shakespeare and amy winehouse. I am bemoiled. Bets about the mayorality and summer dresses. The sky being the correct height for shakes. Having not as pleasant a sensation as wanting. The return of 50p pints to the Union. Istanbul. And other ultimate journeys that are yet in store. The cake is dough on both sides. The dictionary.com has a bit today that states in full, "What is Hezbollah? What are stem cells? When did swimsuits get so skimpy?". Hilarious.

Yes, it is a wondrous world. And with you I'd like to share it. Because if I share it with you, you'll have some too.

Last night I shared once again for the first time (rhyme) the dream of the two year stint in Manhattan. It seems closer every day. There is much to ponder.

What do you want me to do, to make it happen now. In 5 days now, Meg and Jonnie get married. And ages hence, we will talk of it as the greatest.