It’s a weird thing innit. You get older and look back at your life and all the things that you thought you were right about and realise it was bo11ocks and you were wrong even though you thought you were tottLly right.
Then you get older and realise what an berk you were but now you’ve learned a lesson and now you’re totally right about everything. It’s a bloomin conundrum for sure.
You live, make mistakes, learn but at no point are you ever wrong. Until you’re dead.
So is death the truest state of mind? Or is that just bo11ocks.
Anyway, Skin Deep by the Stranglers is an alimightily good sing. And that ain’t wrong.
Or some such, it’s impossible for the human brain to not think. Zen in its totality is out of reach.
No matter what even if you just sit and veg some part of your brain is thinking why haven’t we bought a striker. Well sodcthat I’m going to take up that challenge and empty my brain. I may need incontinence pants
Death was a staging post before life Nothing mattered It IS all pointless. We are condemned We beat Norwich in 1976 If what We aren’t as good as we want us to be The things you thought were important, aren’t. Oh fu£k it
You know what, if Andcwhwn I pop my clogs and I find out him upstairs actiallybexists, the first thing I’m going to do is give Him an slmighty kick in his celestial knackers. That’ll make bring a tear to the cun7s eyes .