Seems like summer has hit the skids. Not the Dunfermline punkers that have reformed for P in the Dark soon, no rather the season. The monsoons of the weekend have eased but it's bloody nippy. Sitting in the car yesterday morning, trying to muster the wherewithall to venture into the stalag, the wind was whistling over the hills. The gusts buffeted the vehicle as the big black cloud (hi Angel!) blew in from the other direction. Looking out of the windae this morning it looks pretty much the same. Sitting here yawning thinking maybe it's all a bad dream and that I'll wake up somewhere I'd rather be. However, running on empty at the last minute it's time to head on out he door and onto the low-way...
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shout-out 2u2, chief! i was always very amused by drunken san francisco fans singing along to BIG BLACK CLOUD...their version was BIG BLACK-OUT. "Big black-out, big black-out at the bar last night." Oh u kids. :-) Bye Chief! p.s. it's cold and dark here too if that's any consummation.
Any 'consummation'? Are you sure?
absotively.
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