Morning 8-)
It’s just after 3.00am, and recently this is about the time when my brain thinks it should start the day by cramming itself with dozens of random thoughts until I give in and get up !
What happened to the Gerry that could lie in until 11.00am (or later) at the weekends and still be tired when I got up I don’t know, but now my mind seems to like to start early and then pile in so many thoughts, ideas, feelings and plans that it’s just no good, there’s no way I’m going to back to sleep.
This morning (or is it still officially night) it’s thoughts of the Ace café and why there isn’t somewhere like that for us “Westerners”, what if I was to sell the business and find somewhere to rent and build one up. “Biker Bills Café” came into my head (crap name, but remember I’m still half asleep) !
Other thoughts then pile in, “how to get rich” ?
What I ought to do is to stop having brilliant ideas and put one of them into action, I’m sure that now is a great time to get into children’s toilet systems with a potty with a “Henry Vacuum Cleaner” type face on, except this one would have glasses and be called “Harry Potty”
Or then there’s my men’s personal tissues “Wankychiefs” (OK, don’t ask)
Or a loo roll with six extra bits on cos it always runs out half a dozen bits to soon !
By this time my brain is in usual early morning overload, what bike should I have next (and how to pay for it) should I move to Greece and retire by the sea living off Ouzo and Greeks salads, and then the usual sad thoughts of a lost love (two little words that equal untold sadness).
This early rising may just be an age thing (I’m feeling pretty old lately) and then I started to try and think of all the good things about being older and after ten minutes deep thought I’ve come up with a list of one - cheaper insurance [smiley=thumbsup.gif]
As my personal death clock ( www.death-clock.org ) says I’ve only 7,308 days, 12 hours and 9 minutes left to live (it’s just for fun folks) :-/ I really ought to be trying to look at things more optimistically.
I’m hoping that there must be more than one benefit to being in the second (and last) half of my life.
I’ll start a list, please feel free to add…
Old Ged
Originally Posted by Gerry
