Hello again boys & girls. This evening finds your roving reporter strangely at peace with the world and most things in it. Yes, my sojourn in the land of my forefathers is doing the trick. Not only are there less stairs for me to hobble up & down, but there's also a back-to-the-womb element involved here, which is definitely therapeutic. Just this afternoon, I was rooting through a cupboard for something when I happened upon an old Bugs Bunny Annual of mine from 1974. And with that chance development, there went my afternoon.
Yes, it all came flooding back. Refreshers, Blackjacks, Follyfoot, Kung Fu Fighting, Mojo Fruits, Music Scene magazine, Sherbert Dabs, The Tomorrow People, Vesta Chow Mein, Minstrels when they were Treats, Snickers when they were Marathons, Wagon Wheels when they were big - All the important issues of the day. Not forgetting of course, Popular music of the Glammerous variety. Ah yes, it was a very different time blog-children... (fade-up miserable brass-band music). Have to say though, I've never met anyone else who ever got the Bugs Bunny annual for Christmas.
So I'm easily entertained at present if nothing else, as you can see.
In other regional news, Fleetwood Pier - the jewel in that town's crown - has burned down. Foul-play is suspected. My hunch is that some property-developer somewhere in the Northwest is keeping very quiet indeed. What with that and the giant French spider episode last weekend, I have my days full just keeping abreast of it all.
Expect further bulletins.