
square bears stay at home
sorry, I mean... a book mans best friend outside of a dog... inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.. Groucho Marx said that, I think, something like that anyway... I had a dream last night and there was a shop (store) in there which was called 'What does the world need? More trainers'. I woke up laughing and wrote it down convinced it was genius brung back from the void.... you can imagine my disappointment... go on I'll let ya.
Here is the view from the camp site where they used softer nails on our hats
When yor da moon
My pals Jon and kate have a gaff in spain. The lights go off when you turn on the shower. i thought Kate was joking when she told us that as we left the airport... turned out to be true.
Super terriferrets all round

I got a bunch of Kiraz reference from Justin coughdrop, among a multitude of other wonderful reference... he's there in the links so he is... he fell out with me for saying the hands on his latest post were bobbins. I think I have upset him and so I make a full and frankly frank apology. This ere picture is after looking at a whole heap of Kiraz stuff, that dude drew the gimpiest chin fizogs but pulled it off with elegance that is hard to do. It just shows that going that extra weird step more often than not pays off.... this is all starting to sound like sense so I refer you to the time when, as an 8 years old at a restaurant in Treardur bay, Wales i performed a perfect impersonation of a cheetah pulling one of them real big face stretching yawns as it surveyed the pickings available on the Serenghetti smorgasbord. You know what? No bugger noticed.. and I tell you now and i tell ya true, it was a great impression. It's hard to go back and enjoy your fish fingers and beans after such a set back but i did, after all a fish finger is still a fish finger and beans will, although not always obviously help their bread crumb, processed fish compadres along.
I was brought up to think before i say something. Other instances of pointless chatter are:-
Unexpectedly both Ronalds hands fell off... and not in a funny way either since traditionally, the hand acts as a barrier to prevent all the juice in your arms from leaking out. With them gone Ronald could do nothing but lement his unwritten letter that would never be scratched out on paper. It was a letter thanking his Aunt for a great birthday pair of book ends. Ronalds Aunt would no doubt think he was something of an ungrateful little bastard pretty quickly after the letter didn't arrive.
