Un-dog interlude
No change on the dog front. In some ways I'm getting quite attached to him. My current opinion is that there's nothing I can do about the status of little stolen Scraps; me and Jed tried to help him break for freedom the other day and Tom stood by the door with his bat guarding. It is with a spirit of resigned acceptance that we now play with him; he does have a good life now.
Recent departures:
Elboo has gone off to the Big Smoke. She's living on a big floor full of boys and is no doubt constructing felt tubes and hanging out with the London hipsters like George and Ollie Gimp.
Maya Semray: Jetted off to South America after constructing a wee tent under her dining table that resides in our book-lined dining area. We can only hope that she'll be okay as she left her "learn Spanish like they talk in South America" CD behind.
Dave the Machine: Cogs whirring, the well-oiled Dave ground his way straight from France to Edinburgh, in search of a "better class of crack-fiend". Our only consolation was to spatter our watercolours in the creation of Dave the Machine fan art. Coming soon.
Recent Arrivals
The Admiral; Andyjamesnelson rolled back into town after a similar sojourn in France; filled with a new entheusiasm from the Island Project we shall expect a new deluge of photography, poems, and filthy sex-drawings. Cock of war, anyone? Oh, I'll have a slice if there's some going.
Pink Amy; Notably less pink, after two and a half years of sleep deprivation and genki drinks, A to the A joined our Prison of Captured Dog (or house) an advent of wine and ring-based-cooking and pastimes.
Louise: Hunting, shooting, and fishing, but no vegetarian baked beans in Alaska. We've failed to arrange a cup of tea over the last two weeks. This is how organised I am.
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I'm sure there are more arrivals and departures that I've left out. It's not a comprehensive list, by any stretch of the imagination. We found a massive wardrobe in the street the other day, which was worth carrying the whole of the way up Southover Street. I want to get some victorian oval picture frames for "Marie Turns Head into Wizard's Face".
You will have to excuse the vile tabloid branding for the greatest of all images.
St. Albans was lovely. Fighting our way through the melee that is St. Albans Bear Baiting Festival, a stolen glimpse of Phil Sumner, young conservatives, the swelling Cross Keys, finally catching up with Simon, Paul Pepper moving around the corner from my mother and father. Trawling through the boxes of nostalgia under my cabin bed.
Does anyone out there want an office temp?
Recent departures:
Elboo has gone off to the Big Smoke. She's living on a big floor full of boys and is no doubt constructing felt tubes and hanging out with the London hipsters like George and Ollie Gimp.
Maya Semray: Jetted off to South America after constructing a wee tent under her dining table that resides in our book-lined dining area. We can only hope that she'll be okay as she left her "learn Spanish like they talk in South America" CD behind.
Dave the Machine: Cogs whirring, the well-oiled Dave ground his way straight from France to Edinburgh, in search of a "better class of crack-fiend". Our only consolation was to spatter our watercolours in the creation of Dave the Machine fan art. Coming soon.
Recent Arrivals
The Admiral; Andyjamesnelson rolled back into town after a similar sojourn in France; filled with a new entheusiasm from the Island Project we shall expect a new deluge of photography, poems, and filthy sex-drawings. Cock of war, anyone? Oh, I'll have a slice if there's some going.
Pink Amy; Notably less pink, after two and a half years of sleep deprivation and genki drinks, A to the A joined our Prison of Captured Dog (or house) an advent of wine and ring-based-cooking and pastimes.
Louise: Hunting, shooting, and fishing, but no vegetarian baked beans in Alaska. We've failed to arrange a cup of tea over the last two weeks. This is how organised I am.
- - -
I'm sure there are more arrivals and departures that I've left out. It's not a comprehensive list, by any stretch of the imagination. We found a massive wardrobe in the street the other day, which was worth carrying the whole of the way up Southover Street. I want to get some victorian oval picture frames for "Marie Turns Head into Wizard's Face".
You will have to excuse the vile tabloid branding for the greatest of all images.
St. Albans was lovely. Fighting our way through the melee that is St. Albans Bear Baiting Festival, a stolen glimpse of Phil Sumner, young conservatives, the swelling Cross Keys, finally catching up with Simon, Paul Pepper moving around the corner from my mother and father. Trawling through the boxes of nostalgia under my cabin bed.
Does anyone out there want an office temp?
posted by Rufus Moonshine at 5:38 AM
1 Comments:
isn't pet thievery forbidden in the 10 commandments? If its not it should be! Downright wrong, innit! Naughty Tom!
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