As I get older I forget how old I am. 36? 37? I have to work it out. I was born in June 1969…this is August 2006, therefore I am …… where’s the calculator?
There was a time where I knew exactly how old I was; twelve and a half in eight weeks, three days.
Another thing that’s happening is that I’m unsure what day of the week it is. This is no bad thing really. I’m one of the few people who isn’t urging the week on to Friday.
Maybe my memory is going because I got kicked in the head by a donkey. BILLEEEE!
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I haven't got a clue what is old anymore, perhaps it is being called an old bald bastard on the street the other week but at least I am not that senile to think the Edinburgh Festival is the pinnacle of entertainment!
I do wish it is Friday mainly on a Monday/Tuesday by Wednesday I am indifferent.
re: eDinBuRgH fEstIVAl: Anything that is considered groundbreaking by Kirsty Wark must be a pile of shite!
We are all doomed...
I am dressing up as a weed*killed docken leaf and performing the first 3 acts of Hamlet while dancing backwards up the Royal Mile. I have set my one-"man" performance of the play in the future when global cooking is at its height, hence my shrivelled weed costume. But it is no ordinary persecuted leaf, it is a proud transexual gender aware leaf who has taken refuge from the authoritarian world government BUT is still a hero figure to other enslaved plants searching for their true sexuality. *Please note I dislike the word 'weed' because I believe it is sterotyping plants into post-climate apocolypse pigeon holes.
KIRST WARK.... lewd thoughts abound!!!
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