If your speaking voice sounds anything like John Cooper Clarke or Attila the Stockbroker, count me in.
Well. I Can't promise you that. Or anything much else beyond the intent to do it sooner rather than later.Sometime in the evening - any evening - might be the best time to go at it. Running on a half tank of gas. The mornings are no good. I fall out of bed with enough wind to lift a small hot air balloon, but generally gasping.Then again. The morning might be just as good a time as any.A dry run might be the way to go. One or two just to try some things out. Probably, it might be better straight at it and to hell with editorial conceit.The jury is out to lunch.The monkey reigns in the kitchen.
The rough-coateddough-facedthoughtfulploughmanstrode throughthe streets of Scarborough,& after fallin into a slough,he coughed& hiccoughed.
I'm looking forward to it.
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