Friday....Big freakin whoop.

Fri Aug 12, 2005 

It was a dark and stormy night in the workers paradise. Things were thin, like shoe leather that had walked over too much concrete. Life had that sad repetition like a scratched LP with a dull needle in the stylus. Always revolving over the same groove in a Satchmo album.

OK ENOUGH OF THAT........


Lets just say SSDF this week and move on. I'm sure you all have something much more important to do than read this issue of the reports from the workers paradise and say to yourselves " Self, this looks the same as the last report." So in the interest of brevity which a far better writer than myself has already pointed out, "is the soul of wit". I will leave you gentle reader with this thought...... Tune in next week when you can hear the Feline say......