Your Sperm’s In The Gutter Your Love’s In The Sink

Jethro Tull. Thick As A Brick. 1972.

I’ve always had an affinity with this lyric because it neatly sums up my life. Yes I’m in a dark reflective mood again. I’ve just passed my leaving work anniversary, one whole year since clocking off. Where did that year go and what have I achieved? Sweet fuck all! I seem to have been born without a shred of ambition. C’est la vie.
Back in the “garden” 2 young ladies who have managed to cheer me up now and again.

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Fix You

So I’m lying on the floor trying to get some relief from my sciatica when there is a knock at the door. Oh it’s the practice nurse. She tells me that a bit of exercise will do me good and that we should go for a walk and take a few photos to distract me from the pain. Umm, do you also find your dreams are more vivid if you happen to fall asleep on the floor?

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