Easter greetings from the Styx River elephant park.
Now I’ll be the first to admit that downstream of the house boat park, the Styx is a pretty grim place and the run down from the first rapids to Hells own gate is not meant to inspire, was neither intended nor designed for that purpose. But the Boss is an...Ignored and unreported,
Another Canberra gab fest extravaganza, over. I expect Doug and/or Hitch will cover the details of the recent Cantberra ‘big bash’, whether Ben decides the details are news-worthy enough for his blog time will tell. Anyway – enough coverage so anecdotes...The statistics of sanity.
There are inherent risks to staying in bed all day with lights off, the door locked. There inherent risks in getting up ambling into the loo and down the stairs to cook porridge, risks in eating bacon and eggs. The risk matrix escalates as you venture out the front...After the ball is over.
When the music stops, the candles are snuffed, the orchestra is packing up and last of the tired waiters are cleaning up the rubble; look into the garden and see who is sitting alone; there in the moonlight, waiting for a carriage which will never appear. It is only a...FOLLOW US ON TWITTER & FACEBOOK OR BY RSS
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