As with most people, ordinarily I wake with little, or no, recollection of the dreams which'd played out during slumber. This morning, though, upon reveille GJ Strachan could vividly recall sections of his night visions, including unlikely scenes of being in receipt of a neck tattoo. Within this slumbering storyline, my body art of choice... Continue Reading →
Recognition for a Quarter of an Hour
During a conversation with my spouse yesterday, I opined that I felt pop artist Andy Warhol's argument of "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for fifteen minutes." was a flawed observation....... Actually, I said he was talking out of his posterior....... Ok then I said arse! I backed this opinion up with the argument I don’t know... Continue Reading →