Mercedes went home today back too the Great
Metropolis to as she put it fight the cause. I am always very sceptical of
fighting the cause, it has a habit of never quite turning out as planned and if
you’re not careful you will end up fighting the cause you are fighting for; and
then everyone gets confused.
As with much lately,
things were easier in the past because the cause were a tribe of midgets
something akin to Elves or god forbid Hobbits, so fighting the cause was what
happened outside the disco on Saturday night before they found an antidote for
Travolta Syndrome commonly called Saturday Night Fever. Which lead to an
irrational desire to attack smaller people (The cause)?
Mercedes decided we should
be blood brothers, although I wish she had warned me first it was a bit of a
shock to find my arm being repeatedly stabbed with my own compass set. The dog
warned me once never keep a compass once
the points blunt and I know why now, still we are blood brothers now and
I am obliged to defend her to the end apparently, which is a worry because she
likes to leap into the cages of wild animals as part of her interest in dangerous
sports.
Anyway she has departed
never to be seem again in book one as it will all end tomorrow in a huge
anti-climax of expectations when a small ant finds a small red button saying do
not press and does what we all would do and presses it.
Sorry I am late tonight we
have been out to eat in a gallery with a restaurant run by Miss Elly and I have
been eating Spicy Fish Kofte ….. WELL COOL. Me and dad also got involved in
some DIY and so our day has been very busy. The dog is looking through the
telephone directory for a good publisher sympathetic to large dogs that like
maths speak Latin and are wise in the ways of martial arts. He says the Ghost
Writer may be good with computers but the chance of him convincing that very
nice Steven Spielberg to read my manuscript is three shades of orange, greener than a bee in a jam jar I think
its an old Latin saying that has not faired well in translation like many other
things. Mum was thinking of making a huge cake tomorrow but has said as its the
last page she has decided to put her feet up and chill instead.
Our last Ooooo hang on
thing today is we have noticed Miss Fionaski the famous Russian spy has managed
to clone herself many times. I bet the CIA were not expecting that to happen no
wonder they need a new man in charge of it.
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