Ok, to anyone who's actually bothereing to read this mess, I would like to extend a warm hug and a nice brew. Sit down and read my wafflings. It won't take you long.
Oh- and maybe, just maybe, you'll feel a little bit happier for having done it.
Doubful, but possible.
Big thanks to anyone who's given their time to bolster my confidence just a little bit by visiting.
My name is Iain, I am over 30, and so basically on my way out. I would usually gracefully bow and and let the next lot through, but I don't know them so sod 'em.
These pages will hopefully contain some of my thoughts and poems which are designed mainly just to get all the silliness out of my head so I can concentrate on being a worker and a dad.
I hope you enjoy them!
Muchos muchos.
The Ponderer
Welcome!
Here is a little display of the kind of crap I have floating around inside my head. If I didn't write it down, it would probably just dissolve away and take a little part of my brain with it.
I like my brain.
I don't want it to dissolve.
I like my brain.
I don't want it to dissolve.
Disclaimer
All the work on these pages are the spawn of my very own little brain. Any similarities to any other work anywhere in the whole wide world is essentially a bloody huge coincidence, or somebody has been stealing my ideas and fobbing them off as their own.
While immitation is indeed the highest form of flattery, I would hope the Karma Police would catch them and wind their entrails out on a stick.
If I do happen to use anybody else's work I'll bloody well tell you.
I'd like to think that I have some kind of copyright over my stuff. It IS mine, after all.
While immitation is indeed the highest form of flattery, I would hope the Karma Police would catch them and wind their entrails out on a stick.
If I do happen to use anybody else's work I'll bloody well tell you.
I'd like to think that I have some kind of copyright over my stuff. It IS mine, after all.
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