MY TUBBY TROTTERS GOT CLEANED OUT, had a "dust bath" (at least a woodshavings bath) for a couple of hours in their diggery today and, last thing I saw, were pinging back and forth like a furry horse-race around their obstacle-course of a home. Lots of tubes: long and narrow clingfilm ones, giant echoey toilet paper ones; boxes full of chewed up newspaper bedding, chewed-out dog-kennel box that they once slept in literally in a pile of three each atop another with Spherical at the top and Itchy right at the bottom!... and so on and so on...
Spherical glared at me with high suspicion earlier and seemed to say: "three things matey-boy, before you say anything
1. yes I have, as you so pathetically and squeaky-voicedly persist in asking "been trotting on my wheel" you know that's just about the only hobby apart from being abandoned for so many hours on end in that God-forsaken "diggery" that we finally give up, make nests and fall asleep in the dust that we ever get!
2. no I most thoroughly do NOT enjoy being poked by the end of your index-finger, whether you call it "stroking" me or not!
3. I did hear you calling me a "fat old swine" the other day and shall never forgive you for it!
Ooer. Sorry, Spherical!!
All righty: as per usual time's running low so I've gotta run, like the Tubby Trotters on their wheel... yes with Itchy's Daz-white undercarriage flashing round and round and round as the great mother-figure Spherical determinedly thunders ever onwards with her poor slim daughter Itchy stuck on the wheel and hanging on for dear life!
Coldplay: Fix You
I'm posting this for someone special because they say this song reminds them of me(!) And not a pun from the title, either.
Also I'm pretty SURE I used to go to 24-hour parties called The Warp at that club that's in that rail-tunnel. It's near Waterloo station, just round the corner from the London Dungeon, the capacity crowd is over 3000 and the club is huge!
The second scene shows a road sign mentioning King's Cross. This has long been a place of open despair: well known for easy prostitution and the overt sale and use of hard drugs and a mainline rail station where I actually have seen the proverbial lost-looking teenager with a packed-up bag and seemingly nowhere to go and of course I did nothing (what could I do?) but thought "what on earth are you doing here..??"... and wondered, if they did stay, how long the shadows of the place would take to get at them...
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