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I fucking love a good glacier...
Walked through the Mont Blanc one a couple of years ago.
It's like a massive frozen crashing wave, and by its very nature it's moving - albeit slowly.
You can hear the whole ice mass creaking and cracking.
Made me all kicky legs giddy

Random Google images pic for illustration -
Tomasito...
I enjoyed that a lot. Very nice.One of mine;
Felicity Kendalls apron is flecked with paint
From making house for five days straight
And while this heaven feels like home
We'll need to call on some restraintRestraint from you / Restraint from I
We know this home cannot provide
All that we both need
Think. Too quick to proceedGraphic representations of what we believe
Leaves paper blank, brings me to my knees
While vocal vocals vocabulary spill
Digs us deep and deeper stillYet I crave this madness
Blank pages fill
Utterings, stutterings, but... but... butterings
So this is where I lay my head
Undress these thought and put them to bed. -
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A man goes to the pub and gets very very drunk, swerves his way home and struggles to get his key in the lock.
Finally bursts through the front door to find his wife sitting on the sofa waiting for him."That's it" She says, "I've had enough of your drinking. If you can't do a month sober then our marriage is over"
The man agrees to this ultimatum.
The next week he ends up going to the pub after work with a mate.
"It's only one drink" he thinks.
"She'll never know" he thinks.But one drink turns into three, which turns into six and he ends up getting so shitfaced he is sick all down his front.
"Oh Christ" He says to his drinking partner, "That's it, my marriage is over she will surely leave me"
But his mate has hatched a plan.
"Easily solved dear friend. All you need to do is put a twenty pound note in your top pocket, go home and tell you wife that someone was sick on you in the pub while you were enjoying a tomato juice. And look here's the proof! He gave you £20 to get your shirt dry cleaned"Genius.
So our sick soaked protaganist wanders home in the sobering night air and returns to his wife.
Again she is waiting for him with the cold look of a woman wanting divorce.
She takes one look at hime and cries "That's it! It's Over!"
"But my love, it's not what you think!
Someone was sick on me in the pub while i was enjoying a tomato juice. Look in my top pocket. He gave me £20 to get my shirt dry cleaned"His wife wanders over to his puke stained shirt and pulls out two twenty pound notes.
"But theres £40 here?" She says.
"I know"
"He shat in my pants too" -

Cool.
I can drop off at most places 7pm weeknights.