I believe I am going to use this cyberspace as a blog for a little while for a change, as it is after all called a blog, so if I'm bloggy pray don't blame me ;-/. The reason I'm writing on said blog is thwre appears to be an elephant, a roaring lion, a rat and a rattlesnake, and a rabid viscious dog in my brain, so I may as well give them some vent to release the pressure a little, before my head comes clean off....like 'puff" y sólo un mechón de cada vez más acre (yetwith una pista de una vez algo dulce un tiempo, como un vino tinto o blanco "corcho", como los bebedores de vino lo llaman) de humo! (No soy lingüista, no es más que Google Translate que, a una persona que no habla español, puede que me hizo ver una polla inteligente, pero a un hablante de español (como mi hermosa sobrina Isabel Españoles), se preguntaron lo que una traducción horrible sangrienta!)

This I have deemed to be the safest way to let off the aforementioned pressure cooker I have got for a head at the moment. I don't like to think or write or say "women, eh?" so I won't More pertinent or apt would be a phrase that hasn't really passed the airwaves near my listening devices (me ears), which is "woman, eh?"

Glad to see Labour have Lurched to the Left (showing ignorance here as I only noticed on a right-leaning sunday paper, The Snail on Dumbday). I wonder about the Miliband brothers' background? Is Ed the real deal, a union leaders pal, or is he Gordon Brown with a level of charismatic charm and physical attraction?

I reckon I'll wikipedia him, and the other twin brother to boot...

....and, I just realized, well it came to me in a Personal Revelation, exactly like Martin Luther, when he was on his way to uni (hmm, I wonder if Luther called it "uni") and lightening nearly struck him, and, he was so terrified he immediately thought "right, upon God's Path I will travel and wear sackcloth and attack infidelity wherever I come across it!"