You know, I sometimes wonder why we must be constantly bombarded with advertising. Just looking around me now as I sit here at C&B headquarters I could probably count a hundred bits of blatant commercialism without leaving my little red chair. Yes that's right a little red Beech bentwood chair. It squeaks a bit and it's no one of those swively fancy computer types. I dropped that bit of furniture info in there so you can get an idea of our surroundings.
Anyway I have drifted far too far away from the reason that you have all nestled comfortably into this blog for. I just had a wee email dropped into the cock box from a good friend of ours (Nalyd). One of the great bastions of the waiting game, bus stops, are always plastered with advertising. So you waiting for your bus, waiting...waiting...waiting...and not even a bus tracker to look at. And what do find as the cold weather forces a wee hand pocket acquaintance but a Sharpy.
A COCK IN HAND (
AND ONE BEHIND YOUR HEAD) IS WORTH TWO IN THE JUNGLE.
