Pigs might fly…

If there are an infinite number of universes then not only might pigs fly, they actually do somewhere. Of course they’ll have to fight for space with all those monkeys pounding out Macbeth and that well known portrait artist Adolph Hitler. But they are out there somewhere along with my lottery win, my Nobel prize, my new highly paid and interesting job, my best-selling novel, my so young looks, a few happy thoughts, my Lamborghini, my hit album, my classic Jaguar, my beach house in Barbados, a good nights sleep, my classic chiselled chin, my private island in the Hebrides, some sweet dreams, my good friend Orson, a body that doesn’t ache any where/at all/ever, cigarettes that are good for me, my Turner prize, my tax rebate, my private jet, my castle, my working alien spacecraft, and my girlfriends Marilyn and Willoughby.

Yes, if the flying pigs are out there then everything else is out there too. I hope that all of me are enjoying them.