Dear George,
I hope you are well, my friend. Having not yet left the house i can't tell you how the public transport system is behaving today, but i can tell you that yesterday my train was 2 minutes late getting me to work and then 6 minutes late getting me home. It's 10*C outside and there isn't a cloud in the sky. Over in the USA, President Obama is still the President after winning the election, and a first class stamp is 60p.
Last night i had a horrid dream where i looked upon my handsomely sculpted face in a mirror and was shocked to see i no longer had a full head of hair. I had a wrinkled old man face and a shiny bold head! was this a premonition of the future? While thinking about this dream over breakfast it struck me how I'm becoming all to aware that I'm not a young man anymore, I remember back when I was a lad, when the Internet
was in black and white, and only on for 3 hours a day. I remember how
we'd all get dressed up into our Sunday best to log on to it. You could only order things like gas masks, psychedelic flares and spam from
'amazon' in those day, and when we were all done, we'd log off and
stand to sing the national anthem. After that we'd gather around the
piano and sing Destiny's child songs.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
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