These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Saturday, February 14, 2015
A bird calls my name
Well it did, down by the Forth, at least twice, I swear. Then it was gone, the sound stopped and I was left wondering.
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