Great Paradoxes of Modern Life Part 2

The Great Paradoxes of Modern Life Part 2

1. . . . . Everyone should stand up and be Counted

2 . . . . . . . . . . . . .It is easier to count, sitting Down

Craft Fairs and Napoleon Beelzebub’s Very Strange Victorian Curiosity Shop

When Napoleon Beelzebub closed Napoleon Beelzebub’s Very Strange Victorian Curiosity Shop he left us a selection of stock, a fair bit of which was aimed at the Christmas market. He told us that down in the eternal depths of Dante’s Inferno which he prides himself on keeping snug and warm for his guests, he says that he has never had a complaint that anyone is feeling cold. OK he did just the once when one of the guests made the mistake of being sarcastic so he moved then to a warmer room until they agreed that humour was not conducive with damnation.  Sorry distracted again; He says that Christmas much like sarcasm and humour is not good for the general ambience of Hell and it would only lead to trouble if the punters started to like it. I think that is something we can all agree about, hell nice that is totally wrong. OK what was I saying; yes we have all this stuff so today we were at a craft fair in Marton along with our good friend Miss Sally of The Sun (not the big glowing one in the sky that someone has nicked).

Tonight picture was drawn on a carrier bag which explains why it looks a bit odd. . . .Sorry 

The weather was to say the least rather rotten but despite this several of the old customers of  Napoleon Beelzebub’s Very Strange Victorian Curiosity Shop turned up to see us and say hello, including Mrs Baker the headmaster (not my headmaster as he is mad, Mrs Baker is not mad, she is well cool for a headmaster). Anyway it was lovely to see some of the old regulars and it turned into a very successful event for us.  It was rather wet heading home and we appear to all be vanishing under water in the UK at present, still the long range forecast this morning was predicting minus fifteen and loads of snow. I am not sure just how long term that forecast is as it sounds like the next ice age to me . . . . . . . . . . .WELL COOL.

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The E type Jaguar, the medieval chairs and the combine harvester

Today started in a fairly traditional Saturday morning way with a quick trip to the Bishops Castle (he still refuses to come out), where provisions in the form of milk and bread were purchased and a decent newspaper so that we can catch up with the worlds news. I will have to do some politics again soon I think just to prod the world with a pointy stick and see if we can dislodge a snake from a computer. Nothing to do with me by the way, cats are to blame.

We then went to purchase suitable desk chairs for the slowly emerging orange room. Luckily we found the ideal things, a pair of highly carved but slightly battered medieval oak desk chairs. They are well cool and will fit in perfectly to a bright orange room with a 13ft X 3ft 6 inch desk in it and a computer with a snakes head sticking out of the front fan vent.

As we arrived home however waiting to turn right onto our drive we had to wait for a convoy of vehicles, but not just any vehicles. This was the classic ‘you don’t see a bus for hours on end then twenty five of them all turn up at once’, only it was not buses, it was classic E type Jaguars…….. Now how cool is that, it was the most E type Jaguars I  have seen in one place in years. I ran off to get the camera once they passed because I reckoned there must be at least one straggler some where a bit behind. One thing I know about E types is they may be cool looking and hell to park but they are rather unreliable, even when new they were a bit fickle and some of these cars are now fifty years old.

I did not have to wait long because a few minutes or so later three more passed and I did manage to get pictures of the beasts……. WELL COOL.

After a game of Paper Scissors Stone I found myself sorting some electrics out after lunch and then fitting the top to the desk of the Orange room. It is sort of fitted in as much as it is the right size and in its final resting place, but not yet screwed down.

And a short time ago a large combine harvester arrived in the field next to us to do some work, I assume combining the harvest, or maybe having a race with a tractor with a strange array of massed wire comb things that also turned up. The dog has an each way bet on the combine harvester which to me is cheating bearing in mind there are only two things racing about the field.

Ooooo yes and loads of butterflies today (why are they called butterflies. The only flies that land on butter are ordinary house flies and that big thing with the teeth and pointy tail (the DOG HAHAHAHAHh hahah hahh ha hahahahhah hahah ah hah hahahhaha hhahha )  

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