popular adage over low-counties, england way.
the crazy-popular fad around mid nineties
for local heroes
to give in to, wordly: Good, ditch all their
property (recoup later) except ideally, their
shed, but oftentimes some other household equipment, convert it to a motor vehicle and travel from
land's end to John O'Groats, all along motorways all the way.
said fad came
to a doleful
end when one brave endeavorer
try to make amphibious
craft from a wash basin and cross to Orkneys - unsucessful. someone coulda died. tomfoolery!
so, sort of this term exudes the joys
in realising potential
whilst going nowhere fast
a): you headin off to land's end on your arse on that
b): oh, do moot me a point. nah the shuffle function on my i-pod might present a song
represents a fate i'd prefer not to realise.
you, *eyes skyward*: have shed, will travel.