It is a quarter of four in the morning and I awoke with the funniest chain of thoughts running through my head, not a dream, just a jumble of thoughts running together like a mombo line coming to a sudden stop and toppling all over themselves.
Everyone knows what a tit looks like, but has anyone ever seen a tat?
Then this mombo line followed:
A sign about a tat expo. Is a tat expo where one goes to trade for a tit.
Tits are what I had when I was 20-something now I have tats.
It wasn't kits the man I met going to St Ives was carrying, but 7 tats who had 7 tits which would explain why so many people give a damn about the 7 wives with 7 sacks or how many were going to St Ives in the first place.
It is now a quarter of five in the morning and quite frankly I do not give a tit what a tat is. I want to go back to sleep!
