Kick-off, Topper.
I don't believe so, but the night is young.
I lose my heart far more often.
The reason that I posed the question is that, one minute I am in Xanadu and, the very next minute, I am in Northampton County Asylum and I just wish that they would make up their minds whether I am the rightful heir to Kubla Khan or not.
I think the quality of temporary madness, outside of niches amongst the English upper classes and the Huichol native Mexicans, is greatly underappreciated.
I am all for it, as you can imagine, it doesn't go down with well with the Missus though.
That makes two confirmed cases of extraordinary madness and two possibles by virtue of posting confirmation that love is the most natural pain killer of all and the night is young and full of rest and I can't confirm whether I will go out of my head or not. All very good so far, all we need is Shane MacGowan and we'll have a quorum, with the emphasis on the rum part.
^I feel very embarrassed and silly that I posted that now, realising that no one wants to get aboard with this madness malarkey...
I would, I just don't have the free time at the moment.
No need to be embarrassed Hep and Doghouse - counting time is a sad and sure sign that you are quite sane.