Saturday 21st September 2024.
The night has fallen...thus this English summer has come to it's end which as ever one could easily forget...for there were no melting tarmac, they did not run out of ice cream, nor warm English Beer which is now almost extinct, even Boddingtons Best Bitter is no longer brewed in Manchester...the sweet tooth of youth has made supermarket's fill their shelves full of shite beer from Europe...in gaily coloured bottle tops...and row on row of Cider which has not seen an apple ever....perhaps tis but old age, not even this seasons Strawberries had much taste i remember them being sweet not much bigger than a finger nail now they are the size of elephant bollocks and tasteless.
However Ralph Mctell is singing " Streets Of London " to me, so i guess as long as one could dodge the rain drops, this English Summer slips into History books and thus i blow it a Kiss with a smile....and hope the Autumn Equinox brings some peace and love..and perhaps some freedom to those whom simply stare at it and wonder why.
Today is also the birthday of Lenord Cohen....and i shall close tonight with the thoughts of the song which is one of my favourites...Suzanne.
To All Whom Pass This Way Love And Peace Take Care So Goeth...X
However Ralph Mctell is singing " Streets Of London " to me, so i guess as long as one could dodge the rain drops, this English Summer slips into History books and thus i blow it a Kiss with a smile....and hope the Autumn Equinox brings some peace and love..and perhaps some freedom to those whom simply stare at it and wonder why.
Today is also the birthday of Lenord Cohen....and i shall close tonight with the thoughts of the song which is one of my favourites...Suzanne.
To All Whom Pass This Way Love And Peace Take Care So Goeth...X