But don't tell me there's nothing coming, you don't fool me, I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free, And I hear them, It's black and white don't try to hide, It's black and white don't try to hide,
The station master's writing with a piece of orange chalk, A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk, Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back, Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan, Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes, Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
It really gets very surreal very quickly! Originally shared by Alicia Smith Anybody else do this? I really enjoy it. http://www.thesentencegame.com/index.php http://www.thesentencegame.com/index.php
Churchill Rd Raclette - Delendale Creamery For this one I have one clear instruction before we begin. Pick up the cheese, step away from the cheese-board, and get thee to the kitchen. This is a cheese that needs - possibly even demands - some heat. Now I know the kitchen is a bit of a foreign place for the cheese-lover - I mean what use is there of fry-pans or cook-pots? Bear with me though, this journey is worth it. Before we begin, I'm going to take you on a small flight of fancy. Imagine, if you will, that an honest English Cheddar decided to take a holiday on the Continent, and found itself in Switzerland. Maybe seeking some great waterfall to encounter a perilous foe, it instead meets a sweet and charming Emmental. Romance blossoms, the Cheddar settles - foe forgotten, and the two have a child. Roll forward a dozen years and a few more, and this is Raclette. The bitter-edged teenager child - probably miffed that Cheddar failed to find and defeat that foe. Raclette is a cheese...
The ABC News have an interesting little quiz/survey running http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-04-13/what-your-habits-reveal-about-your-social-class/9610658 It nailed most aspects of myself - although I would not call myself 'upper-class' by any stretch of the imagination! http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-04-13/what-your-habits-reveal-about-your-social-class/9610658
I love how the indicator lights look like sparks amongst the red of the taillights.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for the train that never comes...
ReplyDeleteBut don't tell me there's nothing coming, you don't fool me,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And I hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
The station master's writing with a piece of orange chalk,
A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,