Dear All,
I am having to shut down the ride for a couple of days, we are a "movin and a shakin" and I simply just don't have much time to think of anything clever to say and will not waste your time accordingly.
Your "hit" is important to me though, so please let's all come back reaaal sooon, say early next week.
Kind regards,
Mw
Dear All,
A thought on growing older, and one on looking your best:
A distinct sign of aging for men in their thirties has to be the noticeably shrinking “cougar” population. By your early 40’s the hunt should really have been called off, unless perhaps it is the ever elusive “silver fox” you seek.
And,
Find a mirror that supports you and work with it exclusively.
Words to live by indeed.
Cheers,
Mw
Dear All,
As our remaining days here quickly go by a few thoughts come to mind:
One of the things I’ll miss most about living here is the fact that nobody would see, let alone annoyingly point out, the irony of occasionally taking an affordable 5 minute cab ride do the gym.
And,
How rewarding it is after seven years of bill paying to call up the many outstretched hands and tell them “it isn’t happening any more”.
Cheers,
Mw
Dear All,
Perhaps because we are working diligently to polish two economy size boxes before our move, I have recently felt compelled to spin something about “Special K”…
At the urging of a red swim suited maiden , I will embark on the Special K challenge “Two bowls a day for two weeks for a better me”. I am under every allusion she will meet me here.
Alternatively, much less risqué:
Armed with the resolve of a New Year's resolution and “lite” weapons including Six Inch Submarines and Special K, weight conscious people around the world are setting out to fight their own modern day versions of the “
Cheers,
Mw
Dear All,
Apologies for the radio silence, the lifestyle caught up with me…
A couple of quick thoughts:
First, my New Year’s resolution is to take inspiration from the toothpaste industry and re-invent this “Blob” as often as necessary until my daily readership exceeds the amount of chairs in my home.
Second, to appreciate these moments of clarity, no matter how distorted they turn out to be.
Cheers,
Mw
Celebratory Armageddon. Hands way up in the air, heads slightly down, New Year’s Eve as heard from our balcony…
Prosper all in 2009
Cheers,
Mw
