Were you bullied at school? Did the jocks and class tough-guys use your school bag for kicking/hammer-throw practice? Did the ‘gorgeous gang’ (that nauseating group of girls who swanned about the school corridors, as though they were the very paragons of female perfection) ever call you hurtful names? If so, you have my complete empathy. You are among friends here.
This is where we (safely) get our own back. It’s Wednesday and time to misinterpret another Old Master – without his knowledge of course – mainly because he is innocently decomposing “in a corner of a foreign field that might never be England” [with apologies to Rupert Brooke]
In case, dear reader, you fear that no more sensible posts will appear let me assuage those fears….. No sensible posts have EVER appeared on this blog. I’m joking of course.
Much scribbling, drivelling and editing of photos have been going on behind the scenes of late. We are continuing to document our travels in between attempting to earn a living. These posts (and other profundities) will be posted in the fullness of time.
Thank you for your patience.