It's like living in Noah's ark! The roof is leaking again. I feel like going into hibernation, but as the world is going to end tomorrow there isn't much point. If it does end, I want you to know I was very fond of my friends. Most of 'em! Mind you, if I wasn't they wouldn't be friends would they?
You'd have thought wouldn't you that the Almighty would have provided some warm sunny days to end it all on? Maybe He wants to get us all in the right miserable mood to depart this mortal coil? It's working for me.
Listen to me. talking about God. Tomorrow if it does all end, we might find out if He is real or not.
I never did learn to play the guitar properly. That is my one big regret. Well that and the fact that I never asked the beautiful girl who smiled at me on the tube train in 1971 for her name and phone number. St Pancras station, London it was that she got on. Funnily enough I was born in St Pancras. Pancras. It is an odd word. Pan and crass. Sums up my life nicely. Down the pan and totally stupid!
I have copied this from my Facebook page. This could explain it's strange appearance.
Just in case the whole world thingy scenario happens...goodbye, nice knowing you
ReplyDeleteIts my Birthday tomorrow. Hope I get my pressies first.
ReplyDeleteIf we all disappear in a puff of smoke then we'll all meet up in the celestial bar...bring your guitar,John.
ReplyDeleteJane x
I refuse to believe it, but:
ReplyDeleteif ya gotta go, ya gotta go; nice knowing you, John, whether or no.
I hope I get to reveal the reaction to the Christmas surprise *wink*
If I am going it will be with a smile on my face and a giggle inside. You know what "they" say... Life is too short for regrets.
ReplyDeletewell if the world does end then maybe all the bloggy friends can get together for one grand party in the after life
ReplyDeleteI'm sure we will all be blogging two days from now; but if not, a grand party on the other side sounds great. And yes, bring your guitar John.
ReplyDeleteFor a scientific analysis of tomorrow, read my past 2 blog entries. For a beautifully composed exposition of what life and memory means, read your own. I've seldom encountered a more moving specimen of situational poetry. Nicely done, John.
ReplyDeleteIt's the end of my world as I know it today. I retired!, now I am ready to LIVE!
ReplyDeleteWell it looks like you're stuck with us John. Have a very happy one and may next year be one of the best. Hugs Sue
ReplyDeleteSo, is it safe to assume that you were not the babe magnet you are now back in '71? For if you were, she would have asked for more than just your name and number--right?
ReplyDeleteI'm still here. The world didn't end and you have to fix the leak now. Love the pictures of the furbabies.
ReplyDeleteJohn, we will all be here waiting with bated breath for your next post. Life won't be the same without your blog posts, you know that don't you?? So don't even worry your pretty little head about the doomsday prediction for today.
ReplyDeleteSee you tomorrow!!!
I can't tell if you are happy or sad the world did not end. Hey... be happy- why not?
ReplyDeleteLooks like we made it, John. Merry Christmas to you and yours, and look forward to reading more of your adventures. Take care.
ReplyDeleteWell with a couple hours to go until this day ends here in Virgina, it looks like we made it through, but not sure until midnight strikes. Too bad the roof is leaking again, and hope you get some sun and warm days soon, John. Merry Christmas a bit early, just in case the world ends in 90 minutes or so.
ReplyDeleteI'm still alive, whooopeeeeee :-)
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