#groaner

they just want some pets and don’t know how to ask for them nicely ‘~’

Monster Dogs Playing Poker

The man on the radio is talking with Vladimir, a frequent visitor, violinist extraordinaire and extreme raconteur. The Emerald Isle is bathed in the rain of many 'soft days', so there's a brawl in the corner over 'the umbrella.' The traffic lady says there's a gas leak with emergency works and many roads closed off ... there's mention of The Diving Board in Salt Hill. My imagination is running wild.

Today's texted in groaner: if you haven't tried blindfold archery, you don't know what you're missing.

Ireland declares recognition of the State of Palestine. Bravo!

Yesterday's shiny metropolis trip, as always, has given full range to my tinnitus. Time lost all meaning ... not least because the new microwave/time machine is still missing in action. I suspect sabotage on the part of the current Dugga Dugga Dugga part concrete mixer model. Obviously determined not to be replaced.

I'm beginning to think Dugga's real name is Hal and that next time I put my coffee in to send it back to a time when it was hot, I'll hear that immortal line ... 'I'm sorry, I can't let you do that' ...

My first thought was - with or without a body.

Bahdum tiss...I'll see myself out now.