You recall how my anti-depression campaign was to issue everyone with a banjo and a duckling? Well OPM has pointed out what should have been  bloody obvious from the beginning.  A bike does the same job!

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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  1. Alan says:

    I had a Manjolin which I could not play, and eventually gave it away to someone who could. I would rather it produced music,


  2. Observations of a Perpetual Motorcyclist says:

    I also have a Banjo Alan, but what’s the duckling for?


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