little miss spooked

okay i do have to admit that the tone of this blog has somewhat gotten slightly depressing lately and there seems to be a lack of sarcasm coming from us, and whilst it is totally justified (well to our crazy minds it is) and there is a reason to the madness, i being PERKY will be posting a yet again rambling post which hopefully is PERKY.

spook humor:

there's 3 men in a club
spook 1: "harry do you know james"
spook 2: "well yes from the tape recordings"

funny? i shall think so.

and where does that lead us? my intriguing, probing your mind, thinking outside the square, fully sik question. what is the sexist occupation someone can have? i swear those british spies are so drool-able. mysterious and a british accent...what more could i ask for? well that and the hidden identity of a 3 star michellin chef.

in tone with songs of the day i've learnt something pretty important to me.
there's 525,600 minutes in a year
there's 525,600 journeys to plan
and there's 525,600 opportunities awaiting us.

let's celebrate. peace out dudes.
p.s i've fallen in love with the vinyl poster boy.