Zebadee Doodah
And, so, to bed.
I wonder what adventures I shall have tomorrow.
Will they involve wonderment, butterflies, rainbows and a light heart?
Or will they involve the usual mind-numbing, spirit-crushing, soul-destroying day-to-day mundanity of living in a world that hasn’t so much gone mad as moved to Dagenham?
Tune in to find out, in our next thrilling installment, in which the Author tries very hard not to lose what little remains of his sanity, without nuking the planet from orbit.
Night all …
Perhaps the Sandman will be kind to me and I’ll dream of miniguns and limitless ammunition — knowing my luck though, it’s more likely that his bag will split and, instead of the gentle goodnight of a single blow, he’ll have to hit me repeatedly around the back of the head and I’ll wake up with concussion.
<sigh>
