Friday, April 22, 2005

Spooky Sights of Spreydon

The House of Slime

There is
a house
in Milton Street.

They call
the House of Slime.

And it's been
the subject
of many a tale,
in the car pool
driving by.
(With apologies to The Animals)
Ffffaa fark sake! What is going on at number xx Milton Street? We don't know, but that hasn't stopped us having a few theories over the years.

It all started when mapguy came to work at The Department. Others had driven by for ages and had not noticed, but mapguy did. Something odd in the window of one of the houses on Milton Street. Something slimey and strangely disconcerting, yet reassuring in its reliability. Check this out.

The snail house of Milton Street

Can you see them? No?

Look a closer look.

What are those snails doing?

Yep. Those are ceramic snails. They face the same way all the time, but they are removed at night and put back again sometime after 8am each morning. Weekend's no exception.

What the bjesus is that about? We have theories alright.
  1. It's a sign to the householder's lover that their spouse is away.
  2. It's a sign to say the latest batch of crack is available.
  3. The householder likes snails.
  4. The householder is madder than Mad Jack McMad, winner of last year's Mr Madman Competition.
  5. None of the above.
Tell us what you think might be going on? Beats us.

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Thursday, April 21, 2005

Comfort to sue

What the fark does this tosser selling his hugs, think he is doing using my name? Comfort Hugs indeed!

Good on the person selling a Therapeutic Slap as an antidote to Comfort Hugs. I may bid myself, and then get Hugger Middleton to be the lucky recipient. Actually, I just did. And I'm the only bidder!

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Friday, April 15, 2005

FuelFools launch outta Bingsland

Wotcha! The FuelFools blog is live and steering its way outta Bingsland, heading for cyberspace.

Do you really want one of those boring introduction posts, trying to explain why this blog exists?! Eh? Well, do ya?!

Well, you ain't gonna get one. We started this blog 'cos we wanted to.

We, the car pool of Bingsland, release on the world our thoughts, machinations, and ideas. Take it. Or leave it.

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