Yesterday I mentioned the afterlife. Didn’t mean to start on a morbid subject but there you go.
Now I’ve known a few people who’ve gone. Never met anybody who has come back, never even had a postcard.
Now does that mean there is nothing? Or that you can’t come back except under special circumstances, like getting your pipe rattling and moaning certificate.
I like to come back just long enough to punch a certain ex-Blue Peter presenter right in the kisser.
I’ve got a sneaky suspicion that just as your mortal coil is shuffled, the bucket sails through the air and the deeds to the farm arrive, a large neon sign appears that says “Level Two”
“Can you se the light?”
Yes and the High Scores board and I’m not bloody on it……
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