Your scarf, it was apricot (dried)

On my way home tonight, I overheard a brief snatch of a mobile phone conversation that went like this:

Dude standing in the rain: I know, I'm standing in the rain right now.

This made me wonder why this guy did not walk two metres to his right , thus cleverly ceasing to stand in the rain and therefore perhaps being able to reconsider whether such terseness with his nearest and dearest was, in fact, necessary.

It also led me to consider whether he would have been less unhappy with his situation had he been a piece of dried fruit, which naturally gave me an idea for my next work of non-fiction.*

I plan to publish an in depth study of dried fruit. In particular, I want to look at whether dried fruit improves over time.

It will be called "The Age of Raisins".

I'm hoping that John Farnham will write the foreword.

After that particular triumph of publishing, I plan to go on to international musical success with a cover of Dire Straits' "Sultana of Swing".




This may surprise you, but that's about it for this post. The good news** is that this will force me to post again at some future date, as I simply cannot stand the thought of this appalling collection of dad jokes being my final contribution to the world of the blogs.

On currant form, you may be waiting a week or two for my next post. Blogging will resume at some future date.







* I hope you enjoyed this subtle combination of the worst segue ever and a big huge lie as much as I did.




** A matter of opinion at this point, I suspect.