Presumptions

I fancy scrambled eggs with a dash of pepper and sun-dried tomatoes with Parma cheese, served by well-bosomed Phoenician wenches with flagons of apricot flavoured wine.

But will make do with the tailback on the A65.
Add nutmeg if you truly wish to get your freak on.

But, predominantly, I would like to keep this whole breathing in/ breathing out gig to continue for a while yet. And while doing so, that my friends and family get to experience the warm continuance of my funky personality.

Fu/ck it, they deserve it . . . . .

play that funky music,, white boy :)