Monday, 4 January 2010

All my bags are packed…

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And I’m ready to go! Yass’m… I’m on my way in a few short days. I’ll be in the land of cold beer and seafood. I’ll be having far too many fried foods, and loving it as my arteries harden… (yeah, yeah, I know – sick humour, but fuckyas, it’s my blog. If it helps, I’m listening to Josh Groban to class it up a bit.)

I’ll be leaving the land of ‘God Save the Queen’ and heading for the land of ‘Laissez les bon temps roulez’. Hmm… another corny comparison for ya – Leaving ice for sodding sunshine. That’s right, you read what you thought you read. I said ‘sodding’. That’s how we roll in Wilts….

It’s been a hell of a year, 2009, and I am for one, happy to bring in 2010 surrounded by my friends and family. This year has to be better than the last one. I’ve picked up all my pieces, and most of me can be found if you look hard enough, so it’s time folks!

You have my permission to miss me terribly and thnk of me often… Oh, and get jealous as hell all you British mates. It rocks in Louisiana this time of year. It’s cold as dammit in the UK. Kiss my ass, I’ll bring you a ‘fridge magnet.

Grinnin’ from the soap-box

Lxx

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