What a lot has happened in the past year! I have neglected to write for this blog since committing to write a mountain of insensibly serious stuff for several other journals, with not an ounce of silliness to be found between the lines. However, a recent event has spurred me to return here once more and pour out the nonsense that I have tucked in my cheeks for later mastication. This event was both incredibly sad and yet delightful at the same time. My train set has gone.
Yes sirs, if you have been saving up your coins or robbing all the post offices within a three mile radius of your home, in order to buy this historic collection, you are come too late, it has been sold. Return those postage stamps and hang your heads, the deed is done.
I say, ….It’s awfully dark in here!
So, congratulations anonymous buyer from Mystery Island. Thank you Lord, that my partner in grime, my fourteen children and I, may eat of pease pudding and turnip for another year.
Do not despair though you gloomy people, I will rally and you may seek me out on a couple of other interesting places. The Goad is my book in the making. Excerpts are published from time to time on the blog, whilst the doughy interior rises separately on my computer. The Goad, subtitled: Confessions of a Real Estate Con Artist, is a little on the unusual side, portraying a merciless, maniacal German who believes he is a God and who has a penchant for clever and ruthless acts of theft. It’s pretty serious stuff, especially if you have been right and royally stuffed by such a con merchant …..like we have. Oh! Did I just let the secret to poverty out of the bag? Fear not though, the blaggard will meet his doom once the story has been told to it’s bitter end.
here, you will find me toiling at another new project called Natural Fibre EcoVillage, expounding the virtues of living in close proximity to other human beings. Pop along and have a gander at the plans, you never know, you might want to join!
Until I think of something else to say. Toodlepip.