DVT DAY 235

Thursday, a grind of a day on the sofa, meeting after meeting and then the typing up of all the notes and ideas. The night is football sofa time. I am bored with my self and devour a bag of chocolate buttons vowing to exercise some time soon. The last time I felt like this I ended up with a baseball bat and becoming an ordained minister of the Universal Life Church Monastery, I even got an honour doctorate of divinity out of it.

I’ve got 11 days to memorise my fifteen minutes of debate opener prior to a conference on line. Having watched The Rap Game UK last night I am tempted to drop it in bars and lay it on them. However given my appalling dyslexic memory I doubt I would get through the first bar without weird alternative lyrics spilling out. So its an idea I might as well drop the mic on now. Fierce eh! I did have a favourite, Shogun, an angry young scots guy who was up front with everything, I just admired his skills. Not for everyone but I could not do it.

Told you it wasn’t for everyone but got to admire his energy and spirit.