Having run aground on a sandbank and had our bubble burst by an over-reaction, I saw a forecast of little but troubled skies ahead, so I had a change of heart and I adjusted course and heading accordingly.
Clear.
Soundtrack;
10 ACCESS SOUNDTRACK METAPHOR
20 LOAD BORROWED LYRIC PLAYBACK
30 RUN
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
We don't wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare
(me & my monkey c/o mr r williams- it's a sorta Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas storysong)
Plot Device;
For my next trick I am (apparently) going to get into cricket. PianoMan says i'm in good hands.
That is all.
Your milage may vary, of course.
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