It’s a wonderful thing isn’t it?

Life I mean – where we get to endure years of education (OK, I use that term loosely as nowadays it seems hordes of chavs leave school without even being able to read etc.), then are set loose on the (mostly) unsuspecting world to provide for ourselves (and myriad illegitimate kids in the case of the aforementioned chavs).

All this leads us eventually to what is probably the greatest creation on earth – yes: beer.

So we work all week, yearning for 1pm on a Friday (I work half day on Fridays) and freedom 🙂

Or maybe it’s just me…

Love. Hmm, a tough one this. I think I’ve got this sussed out: Love is when you have your heart ripped out, dragged through thorny hedges, then stamped on. Then it’s given back to you – not QUITE working right, but not enough to worry too much about.

That’s love, that is.

Which brings me to unity. Meet me later and I’ll buy you a beer 🙂

An example of Banksy’s work. Some call it graffiti, some call it art. Personally, I like it – I like it a lot. And it sure as hell beats looking at blank walls or the chavvy misspelt insults you normally see.

Oh well, off to Milan next weekend (18th) for a 3 day piss-up 🙂