Monday, 14 May 2012
Some Stuff, Frank and a Chicken
I have been drumming tonight with my drumming colleague summoning in summer because to be frank it is time it was here. The dog says there is just one small problem neither me nor my drumming partner (Pete) are called Frank. The dog has a good point, why then do we have to be Frank if we are not Frank, I have asked the dog and he has shouted down to me from the gable end of the house "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn". And that has made him fall off the roof in hysterics, serves him right, and he has terrible wind, so time for him to Leigh-V……...
School lets forget school it was just a day with stuff that happens as it does on some days, and well you don’t want me to write about stuff particularly as it is a bit late and I am being disciplined and working on the Monty Cardboard Robot Club Cultural Olympian for the big show so cant hang about.
The chicken has had a bad night playing with his new mate, when I say mate I am use the word very loosely because he is a small cute chicken and his new mate is a much bigger black cat, Sooty the Cat. Still it could be worse it could be Heavy Harry the Cat as he has a strange idea about play that involves blood and innards.
So sorry that is it tonight it is the dilemma of a daily diary just sometimes there is not quite enough time to fit stuff in and as I have already stated I am sure the last thing you want me to write about is stuff, or in the case of the chicken stuffing HA HHAHAH AH HAH hahh ha hhah aha hah ahahahah ah hha ah hah h ha