"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Note To Self...

... you're not as young as you used to be and that brain cell's gone forever.

After providing the cabaret on Thursday (yes, Thursday!) evening my world is slowly returning to 'normal'. While the youngsters were out partying again last night I put my feet up and watched a re-run of the 1959 General Election - much more my cup of tea.

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