I am on the edge of a cricket pitch. I am spending a lot of time of the edge of cricket pitches lately. Thus, I decided I would take my laptop with me today and scribe some moving tribute to Michael Douglas who I am assuming will soon be found with a machete buried in his head.
However with usual incompetence I have forgotten both my mouse AND my glasses. To me this like being a chef without a spoon or a politician without an expenses form, or in the case of Michael Douglas probably without a life. Very soon.
So I end this post now by simply saying: God Bless you, Michael. It was a good life till you opened your gob (on all accounts.)
That's it. It's taken about an hour to do this without typos. I've had enough I'm heading to the bar.