Moving On Up

So lads, ladys, dames, gents, intersexes and those who are non of the aformentioned. I am moving in but two days, hence the lack of activity of late on this humble and as of yet undiscovered blog.
Many feelings are drizzling down through my ever ageing body, I shall of course be missing dear friends (check out model for memory 's blog he is a dandy of epic proportions), however there is of course something exciting about leaving the dull rut of the countryside for the viloent jolt of a city (yes I paraphrased and edited Virginia Woolf, she cant sue me as tragically a river took her).

At times like this I suggest deep reminscence and lots of wine, and as the later is out of stock I shall leave you with my fondest memory untill a new Cabernet Sauvignion graces my desk.

I was walking down a street with some close friends, talking and joking, the sunlight beating down and many a cigarette passing our lips. As I looked about, falling uncharacteristically silent, I realised that this was happiness. Of course I hated the town, the neanderthals who inhabit and the vaccum which seems to destroy any culture, but good people and a sense of humour make a homes in the oddest and most hostile of enviroments.

So when I say I shall miss my home, tis not the place, nor the property, it is the people that I shall be homesick for.

C.D :- The Eidelweiss Pirate.