Saturday, September 11, 2010


Packing ready to fuck off to London: spare pants, ear-plugs, rechargeable Marks n Spencers eco-batteries, plastic toy kettle.

To get to the Big City, Steve and I will have to negotiate several small unhappy dukedoms, pay tolls, trade beads, trinkets and hostages, show signed-and-sealed Royal Rights of Passage, climb a small mountain, barter our souls with Lord Vwi'vvuv'iii of Trowbridge, fight bandits, were-bears, monkey-men, trolls, etc, etc.

Apparently you have electricity in the houses there.

We've heard stories about the lights...thousands of them, millions. And horseless carriages too.

This is magic to me. If we survive, then - oh! - the tales we will tell when we return.


At 5:01 pm, Blogger Jason Gusmann said...

london is truly a city of light, kek - it is magic, a magic that never runs dry, to mix a metaphor

At 3:35 pm, Blogger Martin said...

We'll be waiting...masked, lining Staples Corner, howling like wolves and banging car parts against the bridge, ready to scupper your cart with a volley of Hotpoints. We've already daubed BACK TO THE STICKS IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIVES! up and down the M1.

Shame you'll miss it all if you're sneaking up the A4.

At 11:11 pm, Blogger I am not Kek-w said...

Holy King Mob!

So that was you and your gang of feral barrow-boys that trashed that car at Junction 3 of the M3 today.

That wasn't us. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Nice try, city-slickers.

At 11:46 pm, Blogger Martin said...

Flying visit? You meeting any of the London blog boys?

At 10:34 pm, Blogger I am not Kek-w said...

See post above :-)


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