the Sunday Crossword...
I'll be buggered though if I know what
the spaceship was called in that crappy Star Trek spin-off, Deep Space Nine. I
was always a Jean Luc Picard man myself ...
As I write this I'm visiting my folks in
Portmellon... it's Sunday afternoon, nearly time to open a bottle of wine before
dinner and I'm wedged into a little space at the end of the table surrounded by
dictionaries, the world atlas and various other dusty old reference books....
Yep, it's crossword time..... Every Sunday friends from across the bay wander
over in search of a mug (or three) of tea and the collective gets stuck into the
Telegraph crossword... far from being critical though I surprise myself by
finding the whole arrangement rather cosy... especially as slabs of cake are
derigeur.... Of course my presence is welcome because of the vast intellect,
hehehe, that comes with it. I'll be buggered though if I know what the spaceship
was called in that crappy Star Trek spin-off, Deep Space Nine. I was always a
Jean Luc Picard man myself ("Next Generation" in case you're marginally less sad
than I am...) shamed though I am to admit it. Can't beat a bit of 'brain candy'
so balls to the crossword, intelllect can wait 'till Monday, and excuse me while
I pour myself a glass of good stuff and put my feet up in front of the
telly..... Cheerio!
Posted: Sun - March 19, 2006 at 09:01 PM