Trescientos, 300, CCC

Well that came around quickly; 300 already and it seems just weeks since the 200th. On re-reading what I wrote then, and for the 100th, it seems there's nothing more to add really. I'm now a fully paid-up Blip addict, and this site has changed my life completely in lots of good ways I would never have expected. I've (virtually) met many wonderful people and visited distant lands and fascinating cultures daily. I'm humbled by the kindness of the complete strangers who comment on the glimpses into my insignificant little life, and share in their joys and tribulations in return.Thanks again to the BAFTA-winning team who have created this site, to the lovely Anne Kingston for introducing me to it, and to all the thousands of other blippers around the world who make this a very special and unique international community.

Thanks also to Oldmills for introducing me to Duke Special.


Paint my picture if you must,
Please remember to be kind.
'Cause darling, your broken heart was never on my mind.

Paint me with a building heart
Like some cruel valentine
But darling, your broken heart was never on my mind.

And when you feel the clash, and you don't want me around,
Could you endure the rasp as kisses filled with fibreglass rain down

Heavy as a hummingbird
But more difficult to find
Well darling, your broken heart was never on my mind.

Clumsy as a ragtime clown
Or a dancing Frankenstein
Well darling, your broken heart was never on my mind

So pull this canvas down beneath that angry moon
As you endure the sound of one more singer singing out of tune.
Out of tune.

So paint my picture, well, if you must
Not forgetting to be kind
Cause darling, your broken heart was never on my mind.