There I was about to write a post on the subject of “Even more tales of alien probing” when I realised that this was going to be my 200th post. 95 days have passed since I published Armitage and wow has it flown.
My first instincts were that this should be something special, perhaps reflecting on my experience but I have done that a few times already and can’t be bothered to do it again. I considered writing about all the fabulous folk who’s work I have liked or the WordPress community I feel a part of but decided against that also.
I think I would prefer to simply pass the event by, as I do my birthdays as I get older, and not put any expectation on myself. I write much better when I am simply making up nonsense and waffling on with abandon.
Maybe when I hit 500 posts I might do something special but for now, nothing to read here, a total non event on every level.
Move along…
Michael
p.s. Okay, maybe just a limerick because you’ve taken time to give it a read.
A woman from work, Laura Nook
turned to whoring to make a quick buck
On her back making cash
till she got quite a rash
and then syphillis and aids, what bad luck
Afterwards 