'Nothing is funny. We're just having a good laugh.' - George Booth.
Ye Olde Linoleum Shoppe
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Ah, sweet perusers of the written word, SPRING is almost upon us! Before long we will turn the corner at the end of Winter Street only to be assaulted by Mother Nature with her herb scented cosh. At this time of year I always go all woozy and poetic - So today I'm taking a break from the dull old grind of archaeology and instead I'm serving up a lovely poem about nature, about our green earth, about growth, about renewal - but specifically a poem about mindlessly vandalising trees.
Adieu blogolytes. Until next week
PS -My taste for strumpetry knows no bounds - check out the flimsy trash that passes for my facebook page RIGHT HERE.
I am a descended from a long line of conga dancers. I occasionally wear shoes. I gave up going to the toilet twenty years ago - it's a filthy habit. I have a pet bunny called Mucky - he's a filthy rabbit.