8 July: May the moon be made of cheese so that it goes well with wine.

“The powers that be!”

Yuck – I need to wash my mouth out with wine just thinking about them. Hold on, I’ll brb as the kids say….

(This site now has a theme tune. It’s HERE. Click it and read. It adds a majesty to the crap I write.)

Don’t they  (TPTB) just have this knack – frequently discussed on here – of either prohibiting anything that looks like fun or extracting every bit of frivolity out of things that could be great.

Take the time honoured drunken conversation on whether or not there’s alien life out there. Everyone was having a spiffing time discussing it in teenage Sci Fi magazines and movies full of laughable effects and then Roswell happens. (It happened today in 1947)

Before you know it men in uniform are kicking in doors shouting about weather balloons, big bits of the desert have No Admittance signs and we are told that it’s unpatriotic to believe that the moon might be made of cheese.

Well fuck ’em! I like my moon made of cheese – and a baguette – and I’ll drink a bottle of great red wine tonight to keep the idea alive. I suggest you do likewise just to stick it to the goons…..

A quote: “Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul.” Horace.

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