A sight for sore eyes, to the blind, would be awful majestic. 

I can rant, I can rave, I can vent my spleen, but when an old mate trumps up and takes the piss, it brings you back to reality like a lightening rod in a storm. I must admit, it did take a couple of things for me to reach for the button, earlier an oldContinue reading “A sight for sore eyes, to the blind, would be awful majestic. “