Sorry. Don't have time. Maybe one day I'll come back. I'm always here to see your blogs&to read your comments. toomucharticles;this is the end, my friend...
Comme l'impression d'entendre ça toute la journée ici, well, why not ? Tea, sheeps & red cars: that's Wales of course. No idea of what 'am gonna do tomorrow, 'am just living free... eventually.
_ _________________Today it's his birthday_________________ _________________[Keith's 64_________________ _________________[J'laime bien ce p'tit du Kent !_________________
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right. I'm jumpin jack flash, It's a gas! gas! gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, I was schooled with a strap right across my back, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm jumpin jack flash, It's a gas! gas! gas!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. Yeah, yeah, yeah I was crowned with a spike right thru my head. But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm jumpin jack flash, It's a gas! gas! gas!