The road not taken. Robert Frost. 1916.

Forgive me blipfriends, for this large piece of plagarism. Not really, plagarism, as far as I know is when you rip off someone else's work, and pass it off as your own. Believe it or not, I am far too ignorant and arrogant and vain enough to ever consciously do this. I always thought that poor old George Harrison was demonised for allegedly plagarising the Chiffon's hit, "He's so fine." when he wrote "My sweet lord." I must admit with my limited knowledge of music, and its rather limited palette of musical notes, that the idea that George deliberately ripped off another's work totally bewilders me. How could you not love a man whose chosen instrument of leisure, was the ukulele? George, was a fully paid up member of the George Formby Apreciation Society, who meet in Blackpool annually. Back to tonight's blip. The course is going well, it's my Heinz birthday tomorrow, at the start of the Autumnal equinox. I will be at PNEFC on Saturday, versus Tranmere Rovers, who one my old mates used to play for, and on Sunday, myself and number one daughter, Kathryn, will be on a photoshoot at Salford Quays. Wooh Wooh. Back to the pic, I bought a beautiful coffee table book at the car boot today from Brenda the book lady. American Roads. If I manage to copy what I thought when I saw some of these pics, I hope you will see it below. I didn't mean to nick it, honest Govenor.

The road not taken. By Robert Frost 1916.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I?
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Adios.