Following on from yesterdays celebration of International Women* and batter, today is the day to honor the black breath of the firemountain, and give up pancakes for 364 days and nights.
Of course, I jest. It’s not about volcanic residue spewed forth to prevent big black blingfolk getting on altitude reliant transportation! It’s when we celebrate the trials and tribulations of celebrity chin.
Today marks the wilderness days, where Our Saviour traversed the haunted forests, fought the mini-mirrored monstrosities amid the crucifixial windmill, was tempted thrice by leathery literature, and thence mis-spoke the Words Of Klaatu and released Legion before ultimately defeating the possessed and his own demonic doppelgänger.
And to replicate his suffering, for the next 40 dazed knights, we must give up something we Lent.
I lent someone my signed copy of Ten Years In An Open Necked Shirt by John Cooper-Clarke, what I got when we was in a play together, and this of sentimental value (or, more accurately, of no value but I’m just being mental). Today, I give up that item I lent you. Mainly coz I can’t remember who I lent it to. If I did lend it that is. It’s highly likely that the Stamp Gnome** has that in his horde of treasure, along with my birthday chocolates, .
Today marks the wilderness days, where Our Saviour traversed the haunted forests, fought the mini-mirrored monstrosities amid the crucifixial windmill, was tempted thrice by leathery literature, and thence mis-spoke the Words Of Klaatu and released Legion before ultimately defeating the possessed and his own demonic doppelgänger.
And to replicate his suffering, for the next 40 dazed knights, we must give up something we Lent.
I lent someone my signed copy of Ten Years In An Open Necked Shirt by John Cooper-Clarke, what I got when we was in a play together, and this of sentimental value (or, more accurately, of no value but I’m just being mental). Today, I give up that item I lent you. Mainly coz I can’t remember who I lent it to. If I did lend it that is. It’s highly likely that the Stamp Gnome** has that in his horde of treasure, along with my birthday chocolates, .
Hail to the King, Baby!
*Not all women, mind – specifically, International Women. They're probably like a female version of International Resue, living on Traci Island
T'was a time to celebrate the work they do, what with all that running about with their flotation devices acting as weapons of mass distraction keeping the fisherblokes near to shore and out of shark infested waters.
** For non-readers from when blog was on MySpace: You can purchase Royal Ron & Russel stamps in packs of 6 or 12. You then use 1 stamp to post a letter. Every now and then you remember a birthday, and check your stamps – yay! Still 5 (or 11) left. Come the day to post, the Stamp Gnome will have crept in the previous evening and half-inched your book of stamps, requiring further purchasement of philately products (not to be confused with philoakey products) to necessitate delivery of communicative messages, and bewailing the loss of a number of stamps. If you don’t buy stamps for a while, he turns his claws to other kleptomanic collections.
** For non-readers from when blog was on MySpace: You can purchase Royal Ron & Russel stamps in packs of 6 or 12. You then use 1 stamp to post a letter. Every now and then you remember a birthday, and check your stamps – yay! Still 5 (or 11) left. Come the day to post, the Stamp Gnome will have crept in the previous evening and half-inched your book of stamps, requiring further purchasement of philately products (not to be confused with philoakey products) to necessitate delivery of communicative messages, and bewailing the loss of a number of stamps. If you don’t buy stamps for a while, he turns his claws to other kleptomanic collections.
