Week 259 – Hobbies, Crusty Wounds And Miss Anderson’s Wasted Wednesdays.

Here we are at week 259. This is seemingly a momentous and historic week for Britain as we’re now out of The European Union.

I thought this would be a good topic for today’s posting. I could explore cause, economics, identities, the effect for future story writers and much more. But here’s the thing. I don’t give a cats cock!

I had a look to see if there was anything interesting that happened 259 years ago.

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Week 258 – Sammy Being Low, Unintentional Confessions And Extradition For Privileged Bastards.

Before we start one mention about horror writing – we don’t need horror fiction when we watch the Auschwitz Liberation Anniversary.

We send our deepest respects.

I just found out this week that my favourite Queen song (Spread Your Wings) was written by John Deacon. I’ve no problem with that, I simply hadn’t noticed and had assumed that the legend that was Freddie Mercury had written it. In a past life I used to write a lot of poetry and whilst doing some research, I found out that Freddie had recorded under the name Larry Lurex. His brilliant extravagance was evident very early on!!

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Week 255 – Religious Aardvarks, Artichokes And Toasting Toasts

Well hello there Chinas!! (A nod to Rikki Fulton. He always deserves a mention at this time of year.)

Here we are at the first Saturday posting of 2020 with Week 255.

It’s great to be back.

All the best to all of you for the coming year.

Both me and Diane behaved ourselves over the festivities but unfortunately we had to arrange some bail for Nik.

He had an unfortunate incident with a Twin-Tub and an Aardvark.

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The Quillemender and the Authoress: A Feeble Fable of the Fantasmagorical by Leila Allison  

Ha! Versatur Circa Quid! Has any fable (feeble or otherwise) been told in the first person? Methinks not. For those of you unlucky enough to be unacquainted with my humble works of genius, behold the vainglorious splendor of, I, Judge Jasper P. Montague, contentedly, fruitfully, and most certainly deceased. The unwashed refer to me as a common household poltergeist, but, in fact, I am a Quillemender.

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Week 247 – Rotting Grandparents, We!r.d/Punctu,atio#n And Ironic Mobile Users.

Halloween was this week and we are spending more and more trying to scare kids.

You don’t need automated garden ornaments of monsters or copious amounts of fake blood to terrify them. You could just get hold of their ‘FaceshitTwitterpishInstabollocks’ contact list and un-friend them with a short message saying –

‘We’ve all seen the photo.’

LOL / GTF / BOCB

Or whatever abbreviation is hip and happening that particular week.

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