Poets Day US

I was in the biggest army the world has ever seen. We were marching as one, on the road to the Holy Grail. It is not often that I will ever say something nice about the convict colony off the coast of New Zealand (not connected to us by the Sydney Harbor bridge but we are thinking of building a wall around it), however at one point in my life the music that emanated from that large island was, unlike their rugby team, pretty damn good (just like Jim Jefferies is now) The lyrics from Holy Grail by Hunters and Collectors (you can search for it on your Alta Vista search engine) popped into my head this morning after waking up pretty early on POETS day. No idea why, maybe just because I woke up this morning :) Started out, seeking fortune and glory. It's a short song, but it's a hell of a story, when you spend you lifetime trying to get your hands on the Holy Grail I think everyone has a dream of what their life should/could be when growing up. Whether it be a person in the

There has been quite a hiatus between me sharing the genius that I call 'me' here in my very personal and private diary blog, not only because I had problems getting inspiration on what to write about (that didn't relate to rugby) but also because I recently headed back to New Zealand with the kids and the chick, which is directly related to this weeks word jumble. Traveling halfway across this flat planet (no, no it's not flat but there is a Flat Planet Convention in Raleigh soon and I don't have any tinfoil to make hats with nor enough alcohol to deal with their stupidity so I will pretend to cater to their lunacy - yes the earth is flat, the moon landings never happened and the current president of the US is........nothing, got nothing) is quite a trip (the idea of using parentheses is to insert a new idea/comment into the sentence without breaking up the sentence thread seems odd when the bit in the parentheses (brackets) is longer the actual sentence itself