Long Weekend coming

Already here is that Friday start of the long weekend looming, like a cloud of gloom rolling ominously towards the sleepy little town blah blah, blah.

Lord, i can't remember the last time i stood to meet a Queen's birthday long weekend with open arms and there's only one of them a year. I always wonder about certain people and grapple with the big questions now and then. Like:

• Where do homeless people sleep during the winter months? Underground rail stations? Middle Earth? Is there a draft less street corner somewhere where they all go?
• How do some people orgasm without making a sound? I know necessity is the mother of silence sometimes, but all the time? Is this a clue that they have been in prison at some point?
• How do lonely people keep themselves from going insane on these hyped up long weekend holidays? Is it pathetic to spend three days by yourself, watching DVDs, re reading fav books and bouncing around on an imaginary pogo stick around your place? Do you in fact keep your face in a jar by the door?

I know we should all be happy within our own skins and complete within our own selves but as Solomon Burke sang in that soul classic -

"Everybody,

Needs somebody,

to love..."