10 Dec 2018

And Then, She Walks The Plank...

We’ll get to that plank but firstly, how’s that Brexit thingy going for y’all right now? I’m not the dimmest bulb on the Christmas tree but have to admit I’m totally lost at this point in time. Are we in? Out? Still shaking it all about?

You’d think that all those really cleaver folk at the top would take a tad of timeout to look at what’s going down in various parts of Europe, engage brain for a moment then be scrambling to extricate the UK from the EU before the excrement really does start to make contact with the whirly air moving implement. Well, wouldn’t you? What do we know eh?

In other news I see the sixty-nine year old chap has failed in his legal bit to be classed as a forty year old. I admit to being somewhat surprised considering the crazy daze we’re floating aimlessly in.

However, things got back to ‘normal’ when I spotted, via a couple of links below, something that, not too long ago, would have just resulted in this poor soul being quietly sectioned and taken care of in safe secure surroundings. These days? It’s an incident worthy of MSM coverage. Why? Because they walk freely amongst us. You just need to cast a glance at our ‘leaders’ and would-be ‘leaders’ to know that.

Anyhoo, back in the real world...

The 46-year-old was tired of "physical world" men, and consequently found love in the ghost of an 18th century Haitian pirate…until she revealed things didn’t work out for them...  Who’d a thought things wouldn’t work out eh?

That sorry saga started at this link where, amongst other things of ‘interest’, you’ll be delighted to learn that there is no provision in UK law for posthumous marriages. We live and learn.

Quote;  Stephen King.

“Lunacy is when you can’t see the seams where they stitched the world together anymore.”

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