The motto of Lord Lucan apparently, as opposed to Lord Baden-Powell, whose motto encouraged all Boy Scouts to carry condoms (Always Be Prepared). Which means that Powell was assuming that they were all jolly japesters who enjoyed fashioning water bombs, or he had another inkling about a group of young boys in shorts - but I guess you need a private education to get that bit?!
Anway, as for me, I'm not giving up blogging. I just have to readjust my timetable somewhat. Some of you that have been visiting here for a while may recall that I used to write them on the train on my way to work (when the shit train service remembered to actually make them arrive on time).
Unfortunately, that is not an option anymore as I now have to walk to work and I'm not typing whilst I walk. The reason for this is that the new place is precisely 3 'chain-smoked' cigarettes duration from home. Not that I would do that of course, I'm too busy avoiding the dogshit on the pavements.
Once I get a rhythm sorted out, normal Goth World entries will be resumed.
It was a bit frightening at first - I had to put my 'prostitute outfit' on to secure the deal - by which, I mean a suit. However, after I'd had the contract confirmed I asked the important question.....
"I don't have to dress like this every fucking day do I?"
Thankfully, the answer was NO - so Back in Black then :))
Of course, it does mean that there is a new influx of characters in Goth World - which is good because The Burble was really starting to piss me off. Mariposa is happy, planning trips to Italy and Spain and Goth knows where.
So hang in there my little followers of darkness, normality will be resumed shortly. In the meantime, thanks to those who offered words of concern. Unlike Samson though, cutting my hair just made me stronger - and I'm still hoping to make a profit from the offcuts..... the shit works for butchers!!