The Quilliam Brothers theme song is being worked on. I tried to post version 1.1 on here, but i can only do movies or photos. How frustrating! Mother flipping idiot holes! It promises to create images of radiant beams shooting through the deep night of this region, whilst we become aware of gigantic shadows which, rocking back and forth, close in on us and destroy all within us except the pain of endless longing—a longing in which every pleasure that rose up amid jubilant tones sinks and succumbs. Only through this pain, which, while consuming but not destroying love, hope, and joy, tries to burst our breasts with a full-voiced general cry from all the passions, do we live on and are captivated beholders of the spirits.
Or maybe that was Beethoven's 5th.
Monday is Tea-Day. The arrival of our 130 kg of wrinkly leaves and other bits of dried nature. Then this tea-dious wait will be over.
Tea punning is fun, give it a whirl. Best answers get a snog from Ronnie Corbett*.
Sleep well, you bloggy fellows.
*not true.
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