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Roman Holiday

*The pinnacle of Python, Clicky…/pats snout… Funny with a cutting social commentary that is just so fuckin’ timeless. It’s one of my favourite flicks…*

Dear Reader, I’m on the second of two consecutive long weekends. Ostensibly, I’m using up the last of my 2019 annual leave to squirrel myself away, and write a story for the next Underdog Anthology…

*I’ve been mulling over an idea… /lights up and smokes… for a follow up to the story of Caroline…*

*No, knot that Caroline. I still have no idea who that bint was, Clicky… /drags… ‘cept she was pretty handy with a lamp…*

*No, no, knot Awful Eyebrows either… /snorts smoke… Seriously, did you even read ‘Caesar’s Were-Wife’, Clicky? …/squints…*

…But instead indulged in a spot of lengthy remote viewing with my Texas chum, the Okie Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon. From the ‘Golden Age’ of BBC drama, we took in a tale of boundless ambition, glory, lust, incest, cruelty, insanity and murder. Lots and lots of murder…

*That was a sesh anna ‘arf… /flicks ash… Dunno if it’ll help me with developing my UAXI story though, Clicky…*

*An’ how’s an unpleasant Limp Dim, with a predilection for slavery, meant to help me write the story, Clicky?*

*Ah…/stubs butt… I fink that calls for a Song…*

*I meant for the end of the post, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

… So for this long we kenned, Dear Reader, I’m gonna start writing ‘The Hides of Marchway’, and I’ll be back when it’s finished. Have a Song 😉

 

 

10 thoughts on “Roman Holiday”

  1. Mmm, don’t know what to make of that. I got a bit fed up with the latest Detective on Death in Paradise scratching his had and decided to go back to the beginning and watch it all again. What a delight it is.

    I haven’t had much to say on the Caroline Flack Affair. Well, I have, but The Daily Mail isn’t printing the like of my opinions.
    The only time that I have been involved with suicide he hung himself on my birthday, which led me to believe that he wanted me to feel guilty, despite having been nearly driven into depression myself by trying to reason with him endlessly, interminably. The whole thing was awful. He didn’t want help. He just wanted everyone to agree that he was right and badly done by.

    Anyway, it is all horribly sad. But there are people that can’t be helped. Amen.

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