Tubby Hedgehog Pinknosed Robo Crack Compulsion

"COME OUT YOU GREAT BIG FAT PINK NOSES! Come out you tubby gremliny swines!" I cooed into the teabox this afternoon...

I TOOK MY ROBOS FOR A PING in the bath today as I was drunk and waiting hours for my useless dealer to come. They were so entertaining zipping up and down like furry Scalextrix. I tried to get Bashful and Spherical to walk on my hands but they jumped off every time and ran to the taps side... Itchy was of course the only one who trusted me, because she is tame, and hopped on my hand and was all furry and cute....

... I did manage to scare her the other day, though, by saying "are you a furry morsel?!?" and then threatening to bite her. (I've had chicken nuggets that were bigger than her)... unforuntately she thought I really was eating her and jumped so vigorously she backflipped right across my two arms to a waiting pillow (because after her 150 ft tumble I know her tricks well now...)

MY EVIL DRUG DEALER GAVE ME FREE CRACK A COUPLE OF AFTERNOONS AGO, saying "pay me when you can" (is never OK?) and swanned off. Of course I accepted the bag and smoked it and mixed it in my "gear" and injected it. Heroin without coke is like tea without sugar. You can do it, you can accept it. But when you're as deadbeat an addict as I am the heroin basically does nearly nothing at all and that cocaine sweetness is practically all you feel from the hit. So I felt that by giving up crack I was making a real sacrifice. And now this bastard wants to jeapordize all that...

... I don't know what to say.

MY BOOK. I AM STILL SLOWLY WRITING. It alternately flows and stalls. Take it from one who knows: writing fiction is so much easier!! But I must not deviate from the truth. Although I have pretty mercilessly cut out old friends and events and compressed things into readable entertainment. It's not meant to be a story about the other people I've known: it's a story about me. So everyone else is thrown into fitting hazy gloom as well they're meant to be. All is true but it's MY truth and I have to abbreviate. Otherwise ~ trust me ~ this will turn into a 20157-volume bore-scapade... know what I mean?

So nobody found out what yesterday's marine bed bug was called in English, did they? And yes I think it did practically bite that man's gnarled pensioner toe off!

I'm so tired. I'm exhausted in fact. It is a quarter to six and of course pitch dark lit by streaking taillights of cars and mopshops and kebabberies and southern fried chicken ... and don't get me started about the Chinese and their intellectual curries!

Here are the first two blogs I ever came across in my fledgling career as "blogger".
1st: Mousie's blog (guess why... hmmmm???) http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.com
2nd: Ruth's Gardening blog... she was Mousie's friend and posts beautiful shubberies and flowers on a near-daily basis...

Nicole has moved from Amsterdam to Adelaide in Southern Australia. (I know I said this before)... but the pictures are good. She captures the things I would want to ... you know, the details of daily life that make your day in the new country. So come on everyone have a click at http://nicolemobile.blogspot.com !¬

In the News: Football-Sized Tubby Hedgehog weighs more than most babies ....

Goodnight everyone! (As they used to say at closing time, Welwyn Stores, before it was taken over by John Lewis's...) Goodnight!

***

Video of the Day:
Absolutely Fabulous: Season 1 Episode 1 "Fashion"

***

Night volcano pictures...

***

Do you want to read a really interesting unique book?
Libby Purves, presenter on BBC Radio 4's son was about 18/19 and on a gap year when he became psychotically depressed and killed himself.
Fortunately Libby at least knew about this and had spoken to his psychiatrists etc...
He left behind 35,000 words of diaries, poems etc...
She read one of the poems on BBC World Service's Outlook programme ... seriously it was really good.
Because the so-called "misery memoir" is so popular, she knew, having contacted established publishers that to publish her son's words she would be expected to interject a story of her own grief as well. The family didn't want this and so published his entire works themselves. If you want to find out more about his story, click here....
(The book is available on Amazon...)
Title: The Silence at the Song's End...

Here's an alternative Libby Purves link though it tells nothing about the book...

Here's the link to one of my favourite newsreaders, Corrie Corfield.. she even makes 10,000 people blown up in Rwanda somehow sound like good news with her professional "inflexions"...

My other favourite radio 4 newsreader is, of course, Charlotte Green... the gal retired seargeant majors still have wet dreams over... have a look at her site...

... I have to say I wish I hadn't clickedonthat now as she looks NOTHING like her radio voice would suggest!!!!

***

Building a house from scratch in South California!

(My only reprimand would be of using far too much flamable timber and not enough bricks!)

***

Hey! I have found out the name of yesterday's giant seabug!
It is called something like an isopod...