Drury Lane

I13:40
07 Sep 14

     Gone are the days when a person, this person, could sit and wax philosophically,  through several pints of tasty ale hoping that the flavour and alcohol will deaden the senses to the external stimuli.

     Everyone is on edge. Short tempered and snapping at each other's heels like some mongrel cur out loose on Macaulay Road. Life is happening through veiled pleasantries. I am biting my tongue fearful of someone ripping off my head and shitting down my neck.

     I ran in to an old friend at Costco. An ex-service member like myself but with no spouse, kids or significant other and who retired at a much higher rank than I did. As a result this individuals pension is probably double mine and without the expenses it is quite possibly doubled again. But at what cost can you family be replaced by a Single Malt.

     A new word for today: chicanery. By definition chicanery is the use of trickery to achieve a political means or deception by artful subterfuge. My BETTER HALF has informed our Loin Fruits that they should not to follow my advice when it comes to dealing with the fairer sex because of my chicanery. I dont think this is very fair. Looking back at my sordid past, which my LOBSTER knows only a little about, chicanery would actually be the most effective and descriptive word. Its too late for her though, we've been married since '95.

     A pleasant evening here in the VALLEY. The temperature was warm to moderate and we were graced with a lovely sunset. Tomorrow is supposed to be more of the same.  I'll be out on patrol so my BETTER HALF will be entertaining her Parental Units. Of course our two Couch Monkeys are not in school yet as the BCTF and the BC provincial government are still at loggerheads.