For 35 years I’ve been singing, “flying high all over to suicide…” Only to find out its really “…riding high on love’s true bluish light.”
As I consider a blog while waiting for my plane I am certainly comforted by this revelation.
But something else is concerning me: the lounge is full of old people. I’m no spring chicken but I’m talking old age pensioners… Flight is going to Gatwick? Check…
Damn!… Its the wrong lounge: pensioners package holiday! Quick… RUN!
Lunarlicks 