Millennium hand and shrimp!

I always liked the idea of being a mutterer. Terry Pratchett uses the word to describe a beggar called 'foul old Ron' who follows his targets while muttering sheer nonsense: 'Millennium hand and shrimp.. I told them, I told them...' until they pay him to go away.

Well, so far no-one's paying me to shut up and inflicting bad art and worse poetry haven't achieved my end, so I suppose I'll just have to come to terms with not being a proper mutterer after all.

It was always going to be a long shot though, because I don't smell bad enough. I don't think I'll work on that aspect of being a mutterer, because I have a nice bath with hot water on tap. I might have given it a shot at my old place, except that buckets of cold water seemed preferable at the time.

So if I really wanted to be a mutterer, I'd have been in a good position to do so, but maybe I don't want it after all which leads me to a song as follows: Ahem... twiddles guitar.. looks self-conscious... chunders forth a shaky riff...

Refrain:

I could get what I want

If I knew what I want

Wish I could find a way

To find out what I want!

Verse 1:

Met a guru so old

And he made very bold

He said do just what I say

You know I've found the way

So I gave him my cash

Guess it was kind of rash

I was trying to buy a way

To find out what I want

Verse2

Met a man with a pill

That could give you a thrill

He said: 'Try this little thing'

'The answer Lies within!'

Now I'm feeling so strange

And my mind's rearranged

And I still don't know a way

To find out what I want.

Verse 3

So I went up a hill

And I sat very still

And suddenly I knew

Exactly what I want

Now there's no hit and miss

And the answer is this

I really want

To know what I want

Bows out to thunderous applause and increased notoriety. Mutters 'Millennium hand and shrimp'

Today's pic. A hill on which enlightenment may or may not be found.