Well with the departure of
many political leaders in Britain
and the countries apparent lean to the right, it appears that my humble blog has now
totally vanished into the darkness of cyberspace where man and beast fear to
tread. . . OK when I say tread I don’t mean physically tread this is cyberspace
not the forbidden forest of Trumble-Spinny north of Dunconkilly.
Which means that I can
write almost anything, so I shall start with a story about the Forbidden Forest
of Trumble-Spinny north of Dunconkilly?
Yes many many years ago there was a great clan leader called the Queen
of Dunconkilly who lived in Castle Dunconkilly near the small town of Dunconkilly in the kingdom of Dunconkilly .
These were the days when the various clans in Scotland would fight and shout at
each other loads, set fire to pigeons and wave swords in a ferocious way at
small children. Telling them the evil Cait Sith would get them in their sleep. Unfortunately the people of Dunconkilly where
not fighting folk they had been brought up with a good education reading books
thanks to the Queen of Dunconkilly who wrote many many books.
However the good folk of
the Kingdom of Dunconkilly where not pleased by the constant insults of the
un-kept and dishevelled passing clansmen calling them names, throwing deep
fried haggis at them and waving their sporrans at them all in a rude suggestive
manner. And a request was made to the queen to resolve the issue so that the
people of her kingdom could have a peaceful life.
So it was that the Queens great professor of Science (Professor Stumbldore)
invented The Mechanical Knights of Trumble-Spinny. These were fearsome fighting
mechanical men who waited, ever alert in the forest of Trumble-Spinny north of
Dunconkilly overlooking the only way into the Kingdom of Dunconkilly .
If the clansmen attempted to attack the Queen of Dunconkilly and her people
shouting terrible things and waving their swords, then The Mechanical Knights
of Trumble-Spinny would repel the hoards of wild looking Clansmen sending them
running. And as time passed the forest became known across Scotland as The
Forbidden Forest of Trumble-Spinny north of Dunconkilly. Even today folk do not
venture there and it is said that the Queen of Dunconkilly is still happily writing books in
her castle about the strange and wondrous events in her kingdom.
I am so glad that you stopped by and reminded me how much I enjoy visiting your blog. Often I feel like I'm going too odd, then I go to your site and you remind me that I should indulge my instincts because there are no restrictions other than those self-imposed.
ReplyDeleteIn the interest of brevity, I love your drawings and is this a slew of puns I don't fully grasp?
There are no puns P Von P it is a simple tale of a writer in Scotland who has been given a hard time by a few not very nice people. In fact Miss Lily in the comment below has hit the nail on the head to use one of those sayings that folk dont seen to use like they used to in the good old days. . .
DeleteAs for our own sites well there are no limits to the possibilities in cyberspace only those of our own imagination. And it is good to test the limits at times.
It always goes a little quite after the challenge Mr Z. That's because it takes time for people to get over the mental trauma of it all and to receive adequate counselling. Only 3 people are still blogging on my reading list and the rest have yet to return.
ReplyDeleteAhh, this tale sounds slightly similar to what poor J.K. Rowling is going through.
Well spotted Miss Lily, I thought you would spot that, you are just like that Miss Sherlock Holmes chap and his faithful Assistant Dr Mccoy sorry I mean Mr Spock. . . . .May the force be with you.
DeleteI did tweet Miss JK Rowling and inform her of my little story to cheer her up but I think my tweet fell on stony ground. And a certain Mr Harry Potter has sent the heavies round warning me that if I dont clear off they will get that Mary Poppins to run round my garden singing . . . The Hills are alive with the sound of Tories. . . .
Folk do seem to come to a bit of an abrupt halt after the A to Z but I will carry on as best I can
This reminds me of the state of Mississippi for several reasons. There are trees there, many more than here, and your story had a female lead character, and Mississippi starts with Miss. Also, I remembered that just yesterday I heard that my father-in-law is having visitors soon from Mississippi. I wonder if they miss him in Mississippi?
ReplyDeleteIf Mississippi has any Rowling hills then the comparison will be remarkable Mr ESB. . .
DeleteI found a Rowling Hills Golf Course in Perry, Mississippi.
DeleteI suspect you will almost certainly find Harry's Putter at Rowling Hills Golf Course. . . .
DeleteYes
DeleteThe mechanical knights of Professor Stumbldore are pretty cool. I like your story.
ReplyDeleteWell that is very kind of you to say so, My stories can be rather erratic, much like my brain and the weather.
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