Prior Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance

Tramps, transvestites, tourists (not robe confused with terrorists), tea shops (well coffee shops, but that doesn’t start with a ‘T’), the sun is out and the the busses are parked. The streets are filling up and the shops are showing their wears! Totnes is coming alive (I know it wasn’t dead) from the winter lull!…

Tramps, transvestites, tourists (not robe confused with terrorists), tea shops (well coffee shops, but that doesn’t start with a ‘T’), the sun is out and the the busses are parked. The streets are filling up and the shops are showing their wears! Totnes is coming alive (I know it wasn’t dead) from the winter lull! The lean period between pagan festivals and dole day! The place is , if not starting to buzz, but hum (and that’s not just the stale pong of the great unwashed). You can see the appeal of this place, the lure of the hippy and the angst of the aged.

  

Old/ young/ worker/ shirker/ hippy/ happy/ rich and poor. If you fit any of these categories, then please feel free to wonder this enclave of Narnia. Gluten free and diary free, nut allergy and vegan are all catered for, in fact just about the hardest thing to be is a fat fucker who will eat anything (it’s all friggin healthy) you see the regular Melli of locals going about their business (!?) you can notice the tourists as they look in amazement at the strangely garbed chap in his Elizabethan garb (it ain’t fancy dress) the happy smiles of the foreigners (not always foreign from these shores) the chirpiness of the traders as the waft of currency fills the air. Through all this cuts Bobs growl. 
  

Following on from my dust up with the stig yesterday, the streets seem much easier to negotiate, albeit filled with dustbin lorries and postal vans and building contractors and old OLD people wandering aimlessly along the road (ignoring the perfectly placed pavement just at the side of them so as to stop any accidental damage to the economy by killing a bloody pensioner. …….### just had a strange encounter with a guy in this coffee shop, two guys and a disabled lad came in and sat next to me ordered food and for some reason me and one of them got on talking. Turns out the guys are both ex military (well Royal Signals) and both teachers now for handicapped kids. Fantastic the way we all acted in the forces, bringing out the good side in most men. Looking after the younger, less abled folk (don’t read that as disabled, read that as not as lived as others)  ###…….. (Sorry that was just incredible that ex military gravitate and seem to get on together for NO reason.

  
My coffee has gone, the skies are greying, my three to four paragraphs of my day so far have been written and my eyes are playing tricks on me as I’m sure the shop worker beside me is trying to garrotte me with a liquorish lace (time to go methinks) stay safe, stay lucky, stay calm, stay alive.   

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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