So, the blog is live. It's Facebooked. It was a brilliant release party. Thank you to all who came. What a party. It was just like that party in Breakfast at Tiffany's and I even slipped out quietly when the police came which is why I can write this now and tell you all about it. I completely forgive Mickey Rooney for calling the police...
Now, I got so excited about the release that I neglected to tell you about the reasons for Fishguard. We went on my whim. I was going through an Under Milkwood phase. I haven’t gotten over my Dylan Thomas affair altogether. I bought the film made by Richard Burton. Such self-indulgent tripe! If you ever watch it, make sure you close your eyes, because, in my humble opinion, it has nothing going for it but his dulcet tones. But, it was set in exactly that little portside town that we stayed.
We also happened upon Aberystwyth. It boasts the largest camera obscura in the world and that took our fancy for about five minutes. Other than that, I remember eating some sandwiches on the shore.
I could go on, but I think that an early night might be in order. I have to head down to London Bridge tomorrow to catch a lecture on planning law.
I’ll leave you with a poem?
There was a young lass from Nantucket,
She sighed and watched the boys play some cricket,
The game was a bore,
She was as drunk as a whore,
So she passed out right next to the wicket.
Needless to say, the batsmen were not pleased.
There’ll be more nonsense for your wasted time posted again soon.
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