…is it a rambling footpath through the inner workings of somebody’s warped and troubled mind (possibly mine)?
…or is it short incisive comment on the state of the tiny corner of the universe that we live in – appalling in content but leaving us with hope and a small feeling of pride in humanity?
…maybe it has a title that promises large perky breasts and buns you could bounce quarters off but just delivers a feeling like a slightly used kleenex?
…or perhaps a photograph of Daddy P in his youth with ‘art college hair’ and all his own teeth (mostly)?
There is the possibilty that a short list of random questions is the answer I’m looking for – but I doubt it…
I didn’t surf today.