Pretty much like any other on-line home, really. Lots of stuff lying around, and joyously none of it laundry.
(or 'How The English Language Was 'Written Off By Me')
Just when you think things can't get any verse...
South Gloucester Ford Capri Owners club, the story of The Flying Tiger, and other tales for those with an interest in what's left of her 1,886,646 sisters.
If A Picture Can Paint A Thousand Words...
...you'd think they could redecorate my kitchen too. Various snaps of me and mine
A useful and/or interesting assortment of sites that were just lying around...
Love Grew 'ere, love Gru'yere...
She’s lost her love. She’s penned a rhyme. Cheese gone too far…
I came home one night to find you’d gone,
I’d hoped to see you later-
I Cheddar tear to see you weren’t
Inside my refrigerator.
I’ve
treated you so Caerphilly,
You meant so much to me.
A Feta-l attraction finished –
No, this simply cannot Brie!
It’s
such Edam shame that I’ve lost you,
It keeps me a-whey-ke in bed.
There’s Stilton-ite to overcome
With nothing toasted on my bread.
We gotta
meet, we gotta talk,
Ricotta try again.
Or else I’ll drive ‘Emmental,
With my cheesy poetry pen!