Saturday, April 26, 2008

[thought for the day] saturday evening


Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

[Jean-Paul Sartre, 1938]


... unless, of course, you want to call the Lizard Queen. If she does not manage the nomination, I feel we should all call her, on successive nights, at 3.a.m., on a roster basis, to offer our condolences.

3 a.m. is also the time my U.S. readers start to overtake the U.K. readers and are roughly equal in proportion:


3 a.m. is also a nice time for cuddling your one and only:


... or when you stare, alone, into the log fire, with that glass of cheer in your hand:


... or when you get over to Grendel's place to watch this classic clip:


... or when the Morlocks come for you:


The possibilities are endless.

17 comments:

  1. By three in the morn I have got past caring, I just need sleep!!!

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  2. Ahh! yes good company at 3 in the morning... who cares about the time!

    Well maybe the next day you do...

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  3. See - we're together now, Cherie, I'll just get a glass of whisky, coming up to 3 a.m. our time and toast you. Cheers, Cherie!

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  4. Well it is coming up to midnight here and I still have some wine left :-)

    Cheers, James :-)

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  5. This is getting like chat now. I've just made some coffee too. How do you want yours, Cherie? Milk? Cream? Sugar?

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  6. Very much like chat!!!

    Milk with one sweetner!

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  7. Aspartame OK? So is it cold over there? We have cooler weather here now. Oh, forgot to ask - you like chocolate? Have some Belgian chocs here if you'd like. What music do you like? A little dancing wouldn't go amiss. :)

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  8. think we may be boring folks send me an email :-)

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  9. You could of kept going, was getting interesting :-)

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  10. I've just been to a wedding and I think I would actually kill for some good company at 3am....

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  11. I seem to be up and about at 3am ever more increasingly as the months and years go by. Night Owl syndrome.

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  12. 3 am sharing my sofa with my little girl covered in chicken pox and running a temperature......unfortunately no chat or wine for me ;-(
    James, cherry dont stop now this could be like a new soap opera ;-)

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