I met the Lord

Yes, this afternoon. I was privileged along with other peasants from our Wee Provence to meet Lord Stray Taoist of Cambridge The peasants that accompanied me to this historic occasion included Ed Nelly Phil Stephen hootchinhannah and David. There were other peasants in attendance who are not of this blogosphere at present so I shall omit there names.
Lord Stray Taoist of Cambridge has such an effect, or is that affect, over us commoners that during the time I was in his presence not one harsh word was spoken, a fist wasn't clenched and nobody was arrested.
I believe that Lord Stray Taoist of Cambridge's alternative suggestions of how to govern our Wee Provence would be a lot more effective than what has originally been planned to take place in May. In the hope that Lord Stray Taoist of Cambridge just might read this humble weblog I suggest that to help him govern our Wee Provence Lord Stray Taoist of Cambridge should take the position of First Minister with Stephen as Deputy. Nelly should oversee matters regarding the environment.Phil culture, arts and leisure. Ed education, sure that's what Ed is short for.Hootchinhannah enterprise, trade and investment and David transport. I actually don't want the responsibilty of office but would be glad to serve by being a member of the Committee on Procedures. Lord Stray Taoist of Cambridge you may wonder why I wish to serve on the Committee on Procedures , and for me to answer that question I must do so using the words of a song...

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've travelled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!