Fall, and rust, and eat my dust if you must. I lust for your smells oh cast-off leaves, crackling with the sound of a thousand pieces of aluminium foil or maybe wrapping paper. But that's still a few months off. I am the captain of this ship, and I shall make myself walk the plank, for lollygagging is not tolerated on the great vessel Zeugma . This is the part of my page where I tell you my feelings about the current cause celebre.
Terrorists are mean rah rah rah.
Also I am worried that media personalities everywhere will soon be crushed under the weight of their own gravitas. Coded by Bob Squirrel. Mail me with your comments.