My mind wanders                      

 

Does your mind wander? Last Tuesday mine took a bus to Filey and spent the day on the beach.  I wouldn’t have minded but, in the evening, it got drunk on brown ale and made a fool of itself in a nightclub.  In the morning I had a hang over and a sun burnt brain and no recollection of going anywhere; much like a two-week Spanish Holiday really.

 

It’s like when you find yourself in a room in your house and you can’t remember why or how you got there, does that happen to you?  My whole life’s like that.  I sort of woke up, bald and 50, with two kids, delusions of being a comedian and absolutely no idea how I got here.  Well I do kind of remember the process, I mean getting married and the kids, but I don’t think I was consulted and most of it certainly wasn’t my idea.

 

It reminds me of the phrase, “Shit happens,” what exactly does that mean?  Perhaps after, the second world war, when Herman Goring was on trial, he could have flung his arms up and simply said in his defence, “Well, shit happens.”  A small number of hippy generals would have let him off.

 

Meanwhile, back on Earth, sorry for the delay in producing the next purple comedy.  We have shed loads of stuff but Austin is really busy and hasn’t managed to send it to me. Should get the next couple of Purple’s out in the next week or so.

 

Regards gentle reader; can you recall how you got here?

 

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John