Spikey has removed his recycling bins. I think this is all part of his ongoing drive for self-sufficiency. In 1 box he will keep chickens, and grow grass in the other. Not sure if the grass is for the chickens or Spikey. This will keep him in omelettes and chicken nuggets, and bring a halt to the weekly supermarket expedition. Now he only needs to leave the house once a month.
More time to spend in splendidly woozy isolation, listening to processed pseudo-Ibizan beats, sleepy with nostalgic thought for those halycon Hawaiian Disco nights at Garlands with Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds for a dancing partner.
Sylvia Plath with a penis. She had her Bell Jar. He is a Bell End. Anyway, we all know what happened to Sylvia. Unfortunately, there's no gas supply to the village.
chiseldon
Chiseldon before the colourful community moved in
No comments:
Post a Comment