Tree Legged Dancer

Usually on Tuesdays, Gerry Mander (regular customer and good friend) pops in for a wee drop and ultimately ends up on his arse doing his version of the beer can can. He's no ballet artist, but he has a leg up on all the others in this joint!

All I wanted to do was respond to Martin's articles in "Today your hair is very nice"
It's not that easy...oooh nooo!... You have to BECOME a blogger to correspond with one.


WHATEVER,...so here I am posting my own impressions about which (probably) neither you nor I care:

THE SHORT LIST of STUFF ABOUT WHICH I REALLY DON'T CARE
(alphabetically listed in case you want to get right to the meat of this tripe!)

Abercrombie & Fitch
Britney & her kid (OK, I care a little about the kid)
Crash Dummies (takes care of C & D)
Ecomonies of scale
Frangelico (makes me sick when I drink too much of it, as I usually do)
Grange stories (far too many of them for my taste)
Hell and all its inhabitants
Internet savants
Jello
Kierkegaard's Treatise on Pornography
Levelor verticle blinds
Mosh pits (I'm way too old for this shit)
Neurasthenia in most of its manifestations (Chronically afflicted after long weekends of abuse)
Oligarchies
Posthumous Fame
Quinoa (Marilyn makes me eat it)
Rustoleum
Saber Rattling
Tousled Hair
Uvular Issues
Vespers (unless performed by a virtuoso bell ringer)
Will-o'-the-wisps (particularly the more wispy)
Xenocrates (Platonic poser)
Young Republicans
Zeppelins (non-led)