Unbelievable tales from One Who Knows.‘It is a comfort in wretchedness to have companions in woe’.
We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.
"You know, I can't carry on getting up in the morning and coming here,"
I just hope no one came up with those immortal words "Cheer up love. Could be worse..."
Ah......Bronwyn, Bronwyn, Bronwyn...Reminds me of a lass I used to know when I was running the Beckenham Arts Lab, Kev - although she'd have been more likely to be rolling up an oversized reefer than her sleeves, if truth be told. Ah, those were the days - a few tabs of state sponsored acid washed down with a couple of games of strip-Ker-plunk...and all paid for out of an Arts Council Grant, to boot. Nowadays, Francis Bacon wouldn't get enough to cover a half of Ben Truman's, would he?Anyway - hope things start looking up for you both...L.U.V. on ya,Bob
P'raps if she just got up and didn't come in?
Take the bed to work.....it's the new method: work from bed.
Macy: we used to have a tin, if anybody said: "it could be worse..." they had to put 10p in it. We raised £43 in the first three weeks.You're right, Bob, those were the days. Ta for the good wishes.Pat: the thought has drifted across all our minds.Affer: the sofa was removed from the staff room of Noddy Library for just that reason.
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