“Stop messing about” is a cry that has accompanied my entire life. “Stop messing about and get on with your homework, stop messing about and get down to some real work ….”: you can change the latter part of the sentence, but the first few words remain the same. Some time the cry comes from others, more often it comes from me: the meaning is the same – curtail your flights of fancy, beware of tempting tangents, stick to the matter in hand.
But now I answer to nobody, my life is gloriously aimless, and I can mess about ’till the cows meander home. When my time eventually comes, the last post on my blog will be “Alan Burnett – Stopped Messing About”
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And Stop.Messing.About puts you in an industrial area outside Port Louis, Mauritius. Fun!