Punctuated platypi
And, after a heinously long week of coughing, spluttering, nausea punctuated, non-beer drinking, fevered sleep suffering, runny nose lubricated sniffling...I am almost recovered from my cold.
Hark, is that the sound of distant choirs and fanfares. No, its the sound of pub calling me onward to enlightenment.
Hurrah, I'm back and I've got my voice this time too...no more Barry White, the TCP gargling years (tm).
Not so much a walrus of love as perchance a platypus...
Hark, is that the sound of distant choirs and fanfares. No, its the sound of pub calling me onward to enlightenment.
Hurrah, I'm back and I've got my voice this time too...no more Barry White, the TCP gargling years (tm).
Not so much a walrus of love as perchance a platypus...