Yesterday as I told a
handful of folk well maybe two. . . . as all the other folk were busy
apparently they had hair to wash and paint to watch dry, or a an ant to race in
an ant race through the maze of eternal confusion at 25 to 1 odds on; I was too
tired to post because of the Bugatti and the 24 goldfish. Today as you might expect those folk are keen
to know exactly what I was up to that involved 24 goldfish and a Bugatti, well
you would expect that only they are not really interested at all. This is no reason though not to tell you what I was doing and why I was very tired.
It started with a mad rush
to help Miss Issy in the charity shop in the great Metropolis of Welshpool
where I was allocated the cellar as it was felt I might be better down there
away from customers. OK a couple of them did peer down and say OOOOOOo she’s
right there is a monster in the cellar, I never saw it mind you?
Then I found the Bugatti,
not the car but the clothing, I never knew they did clothing, but it seems they do and it (a jacket) fitted rather well so I bought it. So I am now the proud owner of a
Bugatti WELL COOL. I also threw out about 1000 coat hangers . . . . . NO its
true that place is overloaded with coat hangers.
After that Auntie Karen
and Ian the Musical Hat Maker and Rock Star called in to say hello so we all
stopped for tea and coffee and said rude things about certain politicians with
a vague link to the local area and then all tried on clothing, Mr Ian finding a
rather nice Dinner jacket for himself enhancing his rugged cool rock star
image. . . .
Then after the shop closed
I had to save 24 goldfish from the Ghost Writer who had received them as an
early Father’s Day gift. He was discussing the options of fried or curried so
it was felt he may have got the wrong idea about the gift and they needed to be
rescued from his oven pronto. He had named them all either Pi, Cake or Supper
so the fish are now safe but may need to talk to a therapist for anxiety.
Anyway after all that it
was no surprise I was tired, I was better today as it was rather a nice day and
so I was able to introduce the fish to the Steam Powered Duck and attempt Leech
juggling . . . . . . . . . Don’t try
Leech juggling I don’t recommend it.
Ian the Musical Hat Maker
(A US N01 in its day)
I received a gift of coat hangers once at a family reunion on my mother's side of the family. I had won the door prize. I think the year was 2004. My great aunt Gertrude used to make these coat hangers that were covered with hand braided plastic thin bands. So my 2nd cousin's husband had produced some in her honor/memory for the prize.
ReplyDeleteI am still pondering if this was a great prize or a terrible prize, Sometimes things can be both and I think this may be of of those rare occasions. I once won a large wooden white hare that looked like it was covered in blood. It was made by someone very famous as in seriously famous only I didn't get told who it was. And several members of the family say its horrible so it has a discrete home out of direct vision.
DeleteIs that really Mr Ian The Hat Maker? If so how cool is that?!
ReplyDeleteIndeed Ian the Musical Hat Maker is Mr Ian Gomm. . . an old friend. He was in Brinsley Schwarz for some time and wrote many of the songs with Nick Lowe. He then went solo, he was also a support act for the Beatles in America, worked with Sky and wrote strange football songs under an alias too. Was a producer on one of the Strangler albums plus a load of other things. . . He is a very nice chap and we have spent many a happy hour complaining about stuff.
DeleteI wish I was a musical hat maker. I wish I was a hat maker. I wish I was musical. I wish I had a hat. I'm so far divorced from the musical hat-making industry :(
ReplyDeleteAlso, sounds like you know a rock star. WELL COOL!
Ian is a very very nice chap indeed and an old cynic so we get on really well. Musical hats can be obtained very easily, they are invisible and all that is needed is confidence and insisting that no one touched your hat. You are a man of musical words so your hat is just hiding.
DeleteI wasn't one of the people who you told you weren't writing yesterday, but I was terribly curious as to why you weren't.
ReplyDeleteAh it was on Google+ and so I an not entirely sure who noticed but I think it may have only been Miss Lily and Mr H
DeleteOooo and I have not forgotten the RATS Badge it sort of got delayed . . . .Work and the like is always lurking.
Dear Rob,
ReplyDeleteOnce at my tavern I welcomed a snuff salesman, and he gave me a sample of his produce for free. It produced such a psychedelic effect that it took me a number of hours to recover and I lost an entire night's trade. I vowed from that day to never touch the snuff again.
As I visit your blog I find myself being transported back to the fantasy land I visited that day. The kaleidoscopic background and your whimsical way with words just aid in helping me return to that place, albeit without the nasty side effects.
Thank you for your kind words at my tavern. I look forward to keeping up to date with your stories and impressive artwork.
Yours,
Far Far Away
Thank you Mr Far Away I am looking forward to your blogging tales with great anticipation. . . .
DeleteI will be reading everything tomorrow it is rather late now after yet another long day.