*You got the tangerine peel out of the slop bucket to photograph it, Clicky? …/looks aghast…*
*/pats snout… You are worth it, Clicky… /lights up…*
Category: Red Smoking universe (excretion)
Time Lard of the Smoke Rings…
This shamble, Dear Reader, starts on Friday evening with the decision taken, with my good friend Cade, to remote view ‘Lord of the Rings’ together…
*Yes… /lights up… the extended versions, Clicky… /drags… two down, one to go…*
… and a separate Twitter convo – also with Cade – that was started by Legs…
*/streams smoke… You couldn’t resist, could you, Clicky? …/wipes lips… You know Hugo has a preference for lollipops over jelly babies…*
… ‘Twas Cade that mentioned ‘lard’…
‘In an unusual warning, doctors have reported the case of a man who injected cocaine into his urethra to heighten sexual pleasure and then, through ”extravagant complications,” suffered gangrene that led to the loss of both legs, nine fingers and his penis.‘
*I know! …/plays with lighter… Hugo brought the Max Headroom Doctor Who incident to my attention ages ago…*
*/flicks ash… One of Cade’s earlier blog efforts, Clicky… /drags… *
… Then on Saturday morning, Dear Reader, I read a hilarious post about a ‘slush pile’…
*/blows smoke ring… I wonder if he read it yet? …/blows smoke ring… Weird, the meaning behind ‘slush fund’, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… It’s all very porky… /licks lips…*
… And that might of been that for rendered fat and ships syncs, you might think, Dear Reader, except for my Twitter feed this afternoon…
*And the other one, Clicky…*
*/laughs like a drain and stubs butt…*
Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉
Jamble Shamble
*Oh good choice, Clicky… /lights up… I love that Song…*
Shiny is back in his Lab, Dear Reader, with an epic new post…
*I get it. And ‘maica’ would be? …/drags… Make up and makeover, Clicky? …/blows smoke ring… Interesting… /flicks ash…*
*I gno! I only mentioned Clacks to Cade a week ago… /smokes… An’ then Shiny sends ’em to me by comet…/grins…*
… And he got me thinking about Adora Belle Dearheart, the feistiest smoker on Discworld…
*/splutters… No smoking around books? …/smirks… Knot at the LoL…*
*/pats snout… Get a Song, Clicky… /stubs butt… I think I’ve found some remote viewing for Cade and I tonight…*
Apols!, Dear Reader, must dash… Have a Song…
*/Lols…*
Shh! Words To A Void
*/flicks lighter…*
*/lights up…*
*/drags…*
*/streams smoke…*
*/coughs…*
*/spits…*
*/smokes…*
*/taps ash…*
*/stubs butt…*
Adventures in Proof Reading…
I’m spending the day proofreading, Dear Reader. A final read through of Leggy’s novel, ‘Norman’s House’, intended for release next month…
*Aw fanks Clicky… /slides out cigarette… You put Garyk30’s comment on the box? …/flicks lighter… Fink it’s meant to go on the back, luv… /drags… Still it looks miles better than before… /plumes smoke…*
… And I experienced a sync earlier when I stopped to make myself a sammich because I was feeling a bit peckish. Ham, pickled onions and mayo if you must know…
*Royalty? …/squints… Castles…*
*/drags… Play the Song, Clicky… /blows smoke rings…*
‘He forgot all about Mandy and Norman as he stared at the expanse of grass. The sun had set behind the surrounding buildings, but there was still enough light to see the garden. All of the grass had been cut, and raked into neat piles. A faint promise of new green showed through the yellow stalks. The patches of shrubbery were still wild, although even they seemed more controlled than they had on his last visit.’
Norman’s House by H.K. Hillman – to be published February 2019
*/flicks ash… I’d been looking up furty one after seeing GaryK30’s calculation, Clicky… /deep drag… Come to fink of it… /holds smoke… Phenex was in ‘Jessica’s Trap’… /streams smoke… A fantastic read…*
… Royal castles, whispering grass and a rough calculation came together to sync with a gardener in a novel that I’m currently proof reading…
‘The Thirty-first Spirit is Foras. He is a Mighty President, and appeareth in the Form of a Strong Man in Human Shape. He can give the understanding to Men how they may know the Virtues of all Herbs and Precious Stones. He teacheth the Arts of Logic and Ethics in all their parts. If desired he maketh men invisible, and to live long, and to be eloquent. He can discover Treasures and recover things Lost. He ruleth over 29 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, which wear thou, etc.’
— S. L. MacGregor Mathers (1904)
*/stubs butt… Coming soon, Clicky. Ooh… /rubs gut… Get a Song, I’m gonna… /farts loudly… That’ll be the pickled onions working…*
Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉
Noes Knows…
*Thanks Clicky… /pats snout… That post featured a Brexit-hear… /makes rollie…*
‘A wire as marking the finish line of a racecourse is attested from 1883.’
Yesterday, MPs voted on PM Jackboots’ DisMay Deal for leaving the EU, Dear Reader. It did not go so well for the poor mare…
*/flicks lighter… Didn’t pass the ‘smell test’, Clicky… /lights up… She dressed it up to look like Brexit… /drags… fooled the ayes, butt knot the noes… /streams smoke… Proper rotten it was…*
… I posted not-eyes of the result in the Red universe of MEROVEE. Cue Selfie…
The Prime Minister had better luck this evening, however, when the LOTO’s tabled ‘Motion of No Confidence’, following last night’s historic defeat, was beaten. Again by the noes. A short one; only nineteen votes this time…
*Gove triggered? …/smokes… MPs shouting ’til they’re hoarse…*
*Seabiscuit! …/final drag… Couldn’t find the scene from the movie, Clicky? …/stubs butt…*
In Reel Life: After losing the 1937 Santa Anita Handicap by a nose, Pollard tells Howard and Smith that he lost because he didn’t see Rosemont, the winner, coming up on him. He confesses that he’s blind in his right eye.
In Real Life: Pollard never told Smith and Howard that he was half-blind. His excuse for losing that race was that he had been stuck on the rail, which was slow, and was unable to get to the outside. “Had he let on that he was blind in one eye, his career would have been over,” writes Hillenbrand. “Howard accepted Pollard’s explanation without criticism. Neither he nor Smith blamed him.”
It’s sad to say, but both the Government and Opposition have proven themselves to be utter shite at implementing the result of the Independence Referendum. But what to do, Dear Reader?
*Mrs Reign, eh? …/chortles…*
Have a Song 😉
More Of US
I meant to post about this earlier, Dear Reader, but have been rather remiss due to other matters requiring my attention…
On the evening of the 20th November 2018, the Red universe of MEROVEE disappeared…
*Poor Frank! Tremayne-dos fella… /sparks light… Oh no, Poor Us! Everything we’ve posted there over the past six years, cruelly snatched away… /lights up… I gotta say, that’s a fucking weird image for WordPress to backdrop their message with, Clicky… /drags… Cheering crowds? …/streams smoke… Arms raised…*
Weirdly enough, four days later on Saturday 24th November 2018, Dear Reader, an army of ‘Yellow Vests’ took to the streets of Paris, Franc-e, demonstrating against a rise in Green taxes…
*If you take the yellow out of green, you’re left with blue… /flicks ash… An’ if you take the red out of purple, you’re left with blue…*
*Didn’t Brazil recently elect their own ‘Orange Man’, Clicky? …/stubs butt… Witch means if you take the red/excretion/piss out of ‘Trump’, you get yellow…*
