supposed blog page
My actual blog can be found at http://rampantheathen.blogspot.com but I may move it here eventually. I leave this page here as it was part of the design of the website.
There is nothing to post here, so I leave you with some wisdom from A Drinking Song, by The Divine Comedy:
Back at the house a bottle is foundAnd opened in honour of those who have drowned
While we who have not are stricken with guilt
And dutifully see that not one drop is spilt
We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death
We're drinking till none of our livers are left
We're winding our way down to the spirit store
We'll drink till we just can't drink any more
Raise your glasses high!
Drink the cellar dry!
Well bloody my nose and blacken my eye
If it ain't some young punk in search of a fight
And shaunticles chest is sagging with pride
For honour has yet to be satisfied
Well heaven be thanked we live in an age
Where no man need bother except on the stage
With dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
And definitely not tonight...
I can still remember
When I was just a kid
I was free to do what I wanted to
But never ever did
And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget
Liberte egalite fraternite
For theres life in the old world yet
There'll always be an England
An Ireland and our France
A Lichtenstein and Finland
For we have only one chance
Then this young man with an unhealthy tan
Puts a drink in my hand and says, 'I understand
Youre in search of a place to continue the chase
Of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case
That you all come with me to my place by the sea
Where the glasses shall be overflowing with free
Alcoholic delights (and free love if you like)
For what point has this life if you cant realise your dreams?'
Oh, raise your glasses high!
And drink the town dry!
We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense
We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely pink elephants
Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside the threads of our pyjama legs
So don't shoot 'til you see the reds of our eyes
And an army of elephants marching behind
From the day I was born 'til the night I will die
All my lovers will be pink and elephantine!