Sunday, April 20, 2014
From the scaffold
As Scotland breathes in the unseasonal and unfamiliar warm air of the pseudo summer we assume for a brief period that as it's dull down south then our own cruel and vindictive god may well love us or even feel some other close thing to it. Maybe a mild indifference or accidental weather management problems in heaven's nerve centre perhaps, could it be the Devil's own global warming? So we enjoy our meagre ration of vitamin D straight from the Vatican and let Easter Sunday melt away into some strange, green and muggy salad memory. It's really too nice to blog or even think too much.