An essay on My island home
Are you sitting comfortably? I really, really like My island home. Indispensable to homosapians today, spasmodically it returns to create a new passion amongst those who study its history. Crossing many cultural barriers it still draws remarks such as 'I wouldn't touch it with a barge pole' and 'i'd rather eat wasps' from the upper echelons of progressive service sector organisations, obviously. Hold onto your hats as we begin a journey into My island home.
Society is a human product. When blues legend 'Bare Foot D' remarked 'awooooh eeee only my dawg understands me'  he globalised an issue which had remained buried in the hearts of our ancestors for centuries. Both tyranny and democracy are tried and questioned. Yet My island home irons out misconceptions from our consciousness.
Special care must be taken when analysing such a delicate subject. On the other hand anyone that disagrees with me is an idiot. Society says that every man must find their own truth. While one sees My island home, another may see monkeys playing tennis.
Our world is driven by supply and demand. We will primarily be focusing on the Spanish-Armada model, as is standard in this case.
My island home
How do we explain these clear trends? Of course the national debt sings a very different tune. The financial press seems unable to make up its mind on these issues which unsettles investors.
Politics was once a game featuring competitors from elite classes. Comparing current political thought with that held just ten years ago is like comparing pre and post war views of My island home.
Let us consider the words of that silver tongued orator, nobel prize winner Noah T. Time 'consciousness complicates a myriad of progressions.'  Primarily, he is referring to My island home. It would be wise to approach the subject with the thought that 'if you don't have anything nice to...