But really I'm just shit.
So why start up again? Why defibrillate the dead carcass like Abby Lockhart, why stir the limpid pink dribblings back to vivid hot life, why inject adrenalin straight into the stone cold heart?
Well why not really.
Where else to get I get to use such stupid over-exaggerated language and blather on about things unaware if anyone is even reading. Where else do I get to assert my opinions like someone gives a toss and where else do I get to constantly say VOTE LABOUR in an election year.
Here.
VOTE LABOUR.
So there.
Uhhhh OK so now I guess I have to say something.
MMMmmmm.
Ummmmmm.
I already said VOTE LABOUR huh?
OK so yeah I'll be back when I think of something, in the meantime.... a poem:
There once was a woman so drunk
All others she met where soon sunk
As the alcohol vapours
Her skin emanated
Where like drinking straight gin from a sump.
That's a tribute to my last few weekends, final night of the Comedy Festival followed by the Final Night of the Auckland Writer's and Reader's Festival culminated in a sore Liver for me.
I don't think I did anything untoward, but one night I did wake up half naked in my bed .... upside down. I was thankfully alone and not with a fully naked midget...... (Don't pretend it hasn't happened to you.)
Bis spater.
