The whole world and his wife knows
New Year's Eve falls on December 31st.
And it's not just my Mrs who knows
who usually falls just an hour or two later...
(I believe it's called 'last man standing - a round')
...drink, eh? what can I tell you. But I jest; no wife, no kids tonight (or any other night soon, come to think of it). Just 150 policemen, by all accounts - my temporary roommate's mates. At the 'Kamra Pub and Bar', District VIII. Does life get any better? Probably. Anyway, if I don't get to cop the odd feel, at least I can get to feel the odd cop, haha. Only joking.
Cheers to all, and a very Happy New Year!...
Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
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