Happy Birthday Scribblywooos

So where were we ?

Oh yes Amelia the Delicious, thank you ever so much for my birthday post….

*coughs and clears throat…
Ladies, gentleman, degenerates and by no means least, dearest ‘Monkey people’, who aren’t really people but they are monkies but that is too complicated to explain at this point in time….

First I’d like to thank my art teacher for not giving me detention when I skipped the school trip to the Tate Gallery to follow that pretty French student, my mother for leaving her valiums laying around when I was 15 and Louise, ahh dear Louise how could I forget her, nice girl…she sniffed glue in the girls reform school just down the road where we lived, she wore a burgundy skirt and we spent minutes and minutes together, she even touched my hand once and finally the man who looked like Jimmy Saville at Oxford Circus tube station that day, it isn’t my fault you look like that, I was just being observant not critical.

It has been a full life and if it were to stop today, people would say….Ahhh yes Scribe, he is dead… I find comfort in that knowledge, I also find comfort in ‘Charlie and Lola’, lesbian expression (a special thank you to Poli for that) and marijuana.

Amelia ? No need to thank me, you haven’t seen the bit where I save you from a skyscraper took over by terrorists in a white vest and bare feet, that’s me not the terrorists, they wear their shoes.

I think that just about covers it all….

First round is on Quench !

Love, light and life…..