Facebook throws up memories as if it has had a good night out and drank a few too many.

ha, a good night out should not mean a day in bed to recover from it.

I have better nights out staying in
sharpening my wits,

my wits are about me and
never without me but at times
they are dulled by the day.  

I never told and Facebook doesn't know about
old Pop Pinder who was the headmaster at
St Anne's sometime back in '61 and apparently
he jumped from forty thousand feet without a
parachute,
it's no wonder that he's gone.

you can ask my brother if you don't believe me.