THE REALLY INCREDIBLE AMAZING SILLY THING
Armstrong, Guy P. D. Dude, can you hurry up so we can party?" my mates asked.
I switched gears to proofreading one of my more autobiographical pieces focussed on how much I've matured over the years. Like a superb and resonant champagne, I've improved with time.
It would no doubt take my mind off a debilitating sadness caused by a horrendous tragedy. My old friend Albert of the Royal New Zealand Army had recently become unemployed and dead at the same time when h...