Herge - you have one of the most surreal sites I've ever read.(And don't go thinking that's a compliment, you weirdo.)Put me down for one of your Christmas cards ;)
funny thing - I bloody will take that as a compliment - and thank you very much.Send me your email address and put the wheels into motion
Herge, it gets bettererereer and bettererererrer.Fantastic stuff.I can go to bed happy (and sad for the poor thing in peril).
Don't feel sorry for the woodland creature - I have it on very good authority that he beat his children - all 72 of them (he found it knackering).
The woodland creature looks like a cat that's had its front legs amputated, presumably because it beat its kittens.The squiggle thing on the bank looks like the strange squiggle on Cold Earth's mystic stone.Spooky or what.
Erm, the woodland creature is supposed to be clinging to the log. But it is a cat type creature. (I'm tired)
The poor sod.Why didn't you have any blood-curdling screams, or mysterious flying axes that chopped of heads?I agree with funny thing about the surreal thing. Highly entertaining though.Oh by the way, Blackpool is bloody awful. I imagine that's what you imagined. I vow never to return again. Ever. Except to visit it when it's been nuked.
Cheers fellas - Worst place I've been to in the UK is a draw between Redditch and Sheffields Meadowhell.Oh, and Cumbernauld.
Garfy's right about the squiggle.It needs copyrighted and we'll share the profits.
Meadowhall? Arrrrrrgh, arrrrrrrrrrrrgh, arrgh and did I say Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh?I can't stand the place. Almost as much as Blackpool. It shopping hell and unfortunately far too close to us for comfort (only 15 miles or so). In about 2 weeks time the M1 car park will begin. Any attempts to travel south via the Meadowhall junction will be absolute bloody chaos.
Squiggle profits? - I'm in.Been stuck there many times. Mind you, I used to commute using the M42.Never ever again. Oh and as for the bloodletting in poetry - as it happens, the poem I'm working on at the mo is very very graphic.
Blackpool is the second worst place in Britain. Hideous B&B's everywhere you turn, like some kind of B&B convention.The worst place is Betws-y-Coed in holiday season. Everyone thinks it's 'Welsh' but it's actually Saga-land in gaiters and stupid ski-stick things.
email@example.comCheers, matey.Yer right, it was a kind of ironic compliment in a moody kind of a way.
Poor kitty. Didn't the cat know that he was supposed to stay out of the water. Geeze, it must be 33*F in that water!!!
I absolutely love the "you're killing baby jesus" xmas card...too bad I don't personally know any atheists to send it to...damn religious bastards!I would love a card!
That picture of rain and misery is exactly the same as the view out of my office window today (apart from the fact that I'm not staring out onto swelling river). Today, I am the Thing.
What a mean little bastard that thing is eh?I guess he's mostly concerned with hisself.
Yeah, it's been like that here too. Rain, rain and more rain. Only thing different in my life is it's squirrels.
Fucking squirrels here too.That came out a bit wrong... I'm not fucking squirrels, I mean that I've got a squirrel problem. Loads of the little buggers.And lots of friggin' rain. All day.Fuck it, 2.15pm, Friday, had enough, goin' home.
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