Im gonna dive down in the easy chair (B.Dylan )

This is what winters are normally like for me.
Busy doing nothing. I normally insist on at least
3 months off during the winter months for
personal developement. I will be doing the same
next winter. Its damn hard out there at the moment,
cold damp dull and demoralising.
Last weekend the memsahib obviously thought I
had slipped into a coma on the sofa. She insisted that we
walk to Hove ( actually ) , which is fecking miles away.
I said to her....now look here I walk for a living ...I dont
want to walk on my days off. She ignored my weak
protest and off we went. The sow-westerly was strong.
Nearly blew my socks off. It was at least a 3 club wind.
It was exhausting.
On the way back I managed to lose her and sneak into
the Cannon. A wonderful smoke filled room ....my natural
habitat. I ignored the landlords welcoming cry of " Get out
youre barred unless you go back on the pop...you divvie ! "
Under his brash fat bald headed exterior the landlord is a
jolly fellow trying to get out. He loves me really ....I remember
him saying so after hed overdosed on E's. At last a resting place,
shelter from the storm, and a chance to rest my legs. The main
topic of conversation was the big match between the Gooners
and Manchester United F.C. Where to watch it ? I decided to
return to the couch and try to reach Nirvana by keeping as
still as possible . A state I have perfected after many years of
practice . I may pass this transcendental skill on ....I dont know.
I shall shortly be returning there ( the couch I mean ), to
see if Dork makes any progress with Sherpa....an almost
sure road to a comatose state.
" You can tell everybody down in old Frisco
That Tiny Montgomery says HELLO ..."
( Bob Dylan )