Right you lot, this is. How we roll from whence I come...
Went to bed this fine and warm Saturday evening, aroond 11hoo Za time, I realized that this here Moose ain't gonna conquer slumberland, taking his weary bod to the estate, all the lights oot, he lit a fire, donned the wireless headphones(those of you who have tuned into this thread from the morn, will recall how I had planned this moment) , in total desert darkness, the wood crackles, the heat flowing off the midnight desert as Bob Dylan numbs my humble head with the the words about the answer blowing in the wind...
This here Moose, in his element, because in life, this humble life of ours, you do not beat the darkness of the night being pierced by a flaming piece of wood...