And you'll be like "well back in my day, we had a book called the yellow/white pages, and it had all the business and personal phone numbers in it" and they'll be like "you mean your citizen id?". And you'll be like "where's me Fuckn euthanasia pill?!!!!"
I mean, you've got to laugh, eh. That's my fave cliche at the mo; gotta laugh otherwise you'd cry. Do you reckon that's a reflection of adult defeatism? A capitulation to the order of self preservation and apathy? Or merely an acceptance of our place in the great cosmic experiment and another chapter t'ward wisdom. Such musings are somewhat juvenile quite frankly.
Love to travel and experiment.
I like mixing up words at the moment. (I'm secretly worried that this is opening the gate to alzheimer's)
Often like to be playful yet can switch instantly into duplicitous outrage at same sillyness. Somewhat contradictory perhaps.. All is relative after all.
I am a Gentleman by god.