(Low taxation*, beautiful women, wine, religion)
The fog in
Cardiff is so in your face this morning I could barely reach my blog, not to mention any beautiful women. And it's clear to see that this (the fog in Cardiff, not the fact that I eventually reached my blog) will add to the universal confusion, which is bound to propel the downturn of the Western civilisation deeper into its autumnal quagmire. In fact I myself was so misty and lost when I woke up that at first I missed the blog completely and tripped over a bottle of red. After a moment of hesitation I decided to put it away** and do some research on the Lord of the vineyard instead***. Because, having drunk hectolitres of red, I know there is no cure for autumn, except the faith in resurrected summer.
P.S. Who
could have guessed a few weeks ago that mornings as cold and as misty as
this one were at all possible in Britain? Sic
transit gloria aestatis.
*I thought I'd be able to fit taxation in here somehow, but it seems there's still a lot of philosophical progress I need to make.
**now that I've improved my ways, I make a point of never drinking before 9 a.m.
***vintage stuff: 1 Samuel, 7 ("... a movement....")
**now that I've improved my ways, I make a point of never drinking before 9 a.m.
***vintage stuff: 1 Samuel, 7 ("... a movement....")
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