Seams, Dear Reader, that the Dez Rez Prez of Trump Town is to pay a visit to Old Blighty on 137…
*/lights up… Hey, Clicky, didn’t I see sumfin ’bout spoons earlier? …/drags…*
*Sounds like a good idea… /exhales smoke… Butt it DON’t say ‘working visits’…/coughs… He probably DON’t have to go through those detector thingies anyway… /taps ash…*
*Heh! …/reflects on curling smoke… You know, I used to go out with a Gareth Jones, Clicky… /drags… 1985… Year of Five Boyfriends… /streams smoke… He came from Wales…*
*Oh fuck yeah! …/grins… He gave me a loving spoon… /slurps cherry Coke… Still got it, overlooking the Kit Chien sync…*
… Sew, I was chatting to my friend and Welsh Dragon publisher, Leggy, about the visit last night on Twitter…
*Flashback eh, Clicky? …/drags…*
*…/blows smoke… The burglars were much tidier than the car thieves… /flicks ASH…*
*/shakes head… Funny how he’s all up for exercising ‘free speech’ when it comes to stuff… /final drag… he don’t like himself… /expels smoke…*
*/stubs butt… If the mercury’s rising, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
*Ah! …/beams… Nice way to promote Underdog Anthology V, Clicky… /pats snout…*
Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉