Mr Grumpy....10th October, 2019
I’m often inspired to write. Sometimes something I hear or see plants a seed in my Saturn-sized brain, which spins around inside like Titan (Except Titan spins round outside Saturn. Science Ed) and eventually comes out here as literary genius that will be regaled for generations.
Maybe a memory will be triggered, or just an observation feeds my fingers and is transmitted by this page to the top of your own spinal cord, even if that’s just a collection of nerves resembling that of a goldfish (Leave voters raise your hands then chop them off so you can’t do something so stupid again).
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