OK, enough is enough.

I dont want to go on about it, but i must get this off of my chest.

I of all hobbit like people, AM GOING GREY!! yes, FUCKING GREY.

Not just on me head either, no, on me bloody eyebrow's too.

It's either stress, age or some kind of rare disease that i've contracted.

anyway, i fell better now i've said it.

Think i may apply for corporate sponsership from the company that makes " just 4 men" as i've heard hair dye can be pricey.

Hey....might even go ginger for a change?!,

second thoughts....... think i'll stick with the grey.

not that theres anything wrong with ginger of course!. and i mean that!!

but people Point and Laugh at me quite enough thanks.

peace and love, and non- greyness to all of you funky monkeys out there.

xx

The trouble with me is that i think too much about almost everything.

Not only does it drive me and the people i know up the wall, it makes it harder for me to meet new people as they thing i'm either nuts or un sociable.

Am i alone?

the other day i just got back from shopping at tesco's ( which i fucking hate, for reasons which i will have a blog dedicated to it at a later date)

Any way, i brought the usual stuff,( beer, bumper pack of toilet rolls and crisps) dragged it back to my hobit hole.

After putting everything away in the kitchen i sat down with a beer and half a bunch of grapes that were left from the tesco's adventure( any body that doesn't eat grapes on the way round cannot be trusted) and as i gazed into the grape bag i began to wonder...

I hadnt realised it untill that very moment, but i'm at that age..

Like the grape that had become detatched from its vine and falls to the bottom of the bag.

It still looks green, plump and firm but there is an underlying knowledge that the only way from here is down.

Soon, like the grape, i'll start to wither,  wrinkles will set in and the overwelming desire to watch re runs of "a touch of frost" will be in place.

fuck it.

i guess its just that age..

i dont want to be that grape, we all don't.

but the key is realising when you've got it good, as before you know it......

its gone...

xx