[The Cornishman]

After a month of doing nothing much but feel sorry for myself I have come to realise one thing.Nobody,repeat Nobody has the blueprint here.The Swanquers and the wanquers are all seeking something which just aint there(well,it is-but more about that later)from the bloke sipping Chateau soixante neuf on his 80ft yacht to the part time post office worker with a prolapsed sphincter-not the celebs,not the clergy,not the taxman nor the gasman,big hitters,babysitters,good folk,bad folk,mad hatters,crab tw**ters-none of them have a f**king clue what its all about.Nobody is any better,nobody is any worse than anyone else.Education? Scmeducation.When all the clever Dicks and wonga monsters face that final curtain-then my friends the simple truth will dawn. NOTHING MEANS ANYTHING So,where does that leave us? Well,it leaves us here in England.In peacetime,in probably mans greatest hour.With humour, with sunshine with lungs that fill with air,with love,with children,with booze, with life.This is the youngest you will ever be again my friends.Life-f**king fantastic!

[Bob23]

uuuummmm. Am I missing something here? That makes no sense what-so-ever. By the time I had got to the '80ft yacht' part my brain was entering emergency shut-down mode.

[The Cornishman]

Chris- why on earth did you trade links with spaz.com? Looks like it was a really bad idea.

[magenta]

Yeah. Have a good time while you can kids!