I had a dream about Iggy Pop last night. It didn't last long. We met. He shook my hand and then he asked me to take him sightseeing. I don't know where we were at the time, but I said yes. Then I woke up.
Dozed off again and found myself on a train with Andrew Lloyd Webber. Had a gob on him like a Liverpool docker. Said he hadn't a fucking clue what Aladdin was about and he thought Chess was a load of fucking shite. Potty mouth!
Scarys jam blog brought back memories of picking blackberries when I was a kid. There was plenty of them in the hedgerows round our way. I used to walk for miles picking pounds and pounds of the little blighters and picked up a few scratches along the way.
My Mum used to make jam and blackberry tarts with them. It was also an excuse to have a day off school on the promise I'd come back with a bucket full of berries. Nice memory.
"oh you knotted,,heheh i thought you said naughty..xx"- nickey69
Tuesday, October 7, 2008, 8:40:39 AM-
I had a paper round when I was a kid. The boss was a German. Very strict. Every morning he'd check the paper bags to make sure there was no mistakes. One day I was a bit flustered as he checked my bag.
He gave me a stern look.
"Zis iz unacceptable!" he shouted. "Your papers are not in order!!"