Bridlington Bay

I saw you today, oh yes I did but you didn't see me did you?

That's good and I'll tell you something smells funny around here and over there but If that falls down it's going to hurt someone, "so don't go near it or by it," she said with a knowing frown as if it were her life's work but talking of work as I often do to any one who will listen to trees as they bend in the breeze, those poor old trees that have no knees!

So by the time I had opened my eyes and got rid of the flies that buzzed in my brain I said, "never again," listen, can you hear it now? I can't but then I have no ears to speak of, not that ears can speak but i've heard of stranger things and most don't come stranger than me cos I live in the sea, so it's cold and wet but you get used to it after a while!

The thing that makes me laugh is when I get my feet tickled and that's nothing unusual but the thing that tickles me simply won't go away so I spend a lot of time laughing, bloody thing, bugger off and while you're there, make me a cup of tea will you!

I have a motto, it's a very nice and shiny one that I polish every now and again I find myself lost, which often happens when I forget to wear my glasses, sometimes I just forget and sometimes......... See what i did there? If you did then would you please clear it up before someone slips in it, I once wrote a poem but it failed to write back to me!

I will leave you with this thought!

15/3/06

Good morning,

what a lovely afternoon it is for this time of night, just in case you hadn't guessed it, I am back again.

I hope you are well and speaking of wells as I often do after a few shots of vodka, I once fell down a well or did the well fall down on me? Now there is a question and here's another one, how big does a thing have to be to get the classification of big?

" What did you say that was?" Said the blushing woman to the mirror she was reading in the mens locker room. Who am I to question the rules? Come to think of it, who am I?

Do any of us know who we really are? Why are we?

Questions, questions, so many questions and the voices those whispering voices as I pass people on the street, they look and they talk, sometimes to themselves and sometimes to complete strangers.

Strangers are not really strangers when you get to know them, but who wants to? They might be really boring or stark raving mad, the mad one's may even attempt to stab you with a medium sized cod and smell of manure or something.

They may even follow you in the hope that you lead them to the place they want to be, or even just want to smell your shoes because they really like the smell of shoes.

Let's face it, the world is full of madness after all but I don't smell of manure nor do I try stabbing people with sea food! I do like following people though because I often get lost and if a passing stranger looks like they know where they are going i'll follow.

They don't notice me because I am invisible to the naked eye which helps, I would'nt want to upset anyone after all!

I do enjoy getting lost if it wasn't for that bloody cat chasing small things, night falls on the sea shore where she packs sea shells, coffee's finished now and the batteries are running low so and so and so and so, goodbyte for new and ill saw yor soom my dear antelopes.