I'm back in a phase of starting and unfinishing blogs, saving to drafts and deleting entirely while I get distracted by tell of Adonis DNA and Tigers' blood.
Charlie Sheen is a very entertaining man, even if 'Two And A Half Men' is roughly as funny as a drillbit to the loins.
'I expose people to magic. I expose them to something they’re never going to see in their otherwise boring lives. And I gave that to them. I may forget about them tomorrow, but they’ll live with that memory for the rest of their lives, and that’s a gift, man.'
I wish I'd come up with that, though I'd have left out the superfluous 'man' at the end.
Beyond that, I have nothing. I've come to recognise these thoughts of ending the blog as routine, it's just a block, but I'm not going to write stories about taxi journeys and disappointing fish dinners just for the sake of them.
Until such a time as something can't go unwritten...