Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Pining for the Priestess.

Pointless.

Pissed, definitely not patient.

About to go and occupy half a bed for a few hours.

I’m developing a taste for potatoes and cheap whisky. Must be my Irish ancestry.

OK, 'whiskey' then.

Night.

2 comments:

Zz... said...

you're reeking "old eccentric"...and mad hatter...it's okay though, people call me crazy and insane a few times a week and I'm not even near your years yet so I'll leave you in peace on this...LOL

JJ said...

I believe bull elephants have the same problem, Zhen.