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lokis lairArs Longa, Vita Brevis
April 14 Well, Well, Well.Gooood Evening Spaces LandI've been absent without leave for a while and I apologise for that. I noticed that some of you lovely people tried to reach me but for obvious reasons gave up after a while. Don't blame you so would I have done too, especially bearing in mind how far some of you are away from the Lair here. Nothing much has happened really,errr oh yes there was Christmas which was quite nice, and of course the new year (the same) and, yes there was Easter as well wasn't there. You see, there's been lot's going on, Especially of course in "Hallmark Cards" accounts inward department. I'm not fully "up to speed" yet but i'm going to go through what's been going on here and endeavour to reply as best I can. In the meantime thanks again (especially to the fairy who kept calling in at night and leaving little prezzies all around), and keep cool wont you. XxX TTFN XxX March 20 Rockin' Rodents.....Let's try Garamond shall we ....... Hmmmm
Well what about like this then ? OK then, blearrrrghhh.
Right, well now, here we are.
I haven't been to see a group for friggin' ages, so, when I saw Stan Webb & Chicken Shack were coming to town, that was it, yahoo (as exclaimed by Homer S. when something good will/has passed). Out came the magic card and POOF!!!, like magic, tickets to be picked up at the door on the night of the event (sorry, GIG).
Anticipation is a wonderful thing isn't it !
Yahoo (again as before) the time has come, the Volvo is washed and fuelled, we're off....... to see......Stan Webbs Chicken Shack......
Hmmm quite a queue already, doors open 8 o'clock, group start ~ 9:00, yeah time for a couple o' beers eh !!!
Yaay, doors are open...shuffle, shuffle....
"yeah, 2 tickets booked, dackdacks.........." cool eh. Off we go,
"2 pints of lager and a packet of crisps please"
8:30, rumour... they're not coming.....
"Nah, they always do this, 2 pints of lager & a packet of crisps please"
8:45, van's broken down outside Andover...
"yeah, that's a goodun, 2 pints o' lager & a packet o' crisps an' I've been waitin' ages......"
8:59....Yea, you guessed it.
Van broke down outside Andover, Stan Webb & Chicken Shack wont be appearing tonight, ah well,.....2 pints o' lager an' a packet o' ahhhh forget it, I'm goin' 'ome.
Money back or exchange tickets ?
Hey, far out, the Hamsters are playing next week,
Heard them a few times, sound good, OK gimme tickets.
Anticipation is a wonderful thing isn't it ?
YAHOO ! the time has come the Volv.......(you've done this before, move on, ed.)
Oh wow, much longer queue than last time, here we go....doors open, by numbers, by the left,......wait for it....QUIIIIICK, Shuffle..............
THE HAMSTERS,
Appeared on stage (good so far) @ 9:00, they are going to do their "Hendrix Memorial show" (25th anniversary of his death this year).
Mixed feelings set in, we've heard this sort of thing before.
They got straight into it, WOW, 2nd number, oh far out. Excuse me if I don't itemise the songs in order, suffice to say that they played everything one would expect, and have really researched the subject. For example, I didn't know how the LP Band of Gypsies came about, did you ?
10:00 they stopped for a "prostate break".
2 Pints of lager and a packet of crisps please.....
10:30, they reappear....again they just tore into it, The Wind Cried Mary, Crosstown.... you name it they played it and some. The drumming was superb, the bass playing marvellous and "Slim" on guitar has Jimis' style of playing down to a T.
They finished at 11:30, + an encore.
2 Pints of lager and a packet of crisps please.....
To say "it's as if he were here" may be a bit too much, but shit, for a tenner, the venue is ideal, the booze was fair (price + quality), but the music.....well it's as if he was here !!!
Check out the Hamsters website at:-
Incidentally, I've got no connection to the group at all.
See ya pop pickers !!!!!
He's in there somewhere !!!!! February 27 I've been taggerated.25 February 1807
Been tagged25 February 1807
Been taggeratedMrs. Cuddy - Wuddy taggerated me to do this survey. 6 Weird Things About me !!!!!!! Haa, ha, ha, ha, ha, You fools, Don't you all see........ You have been tricked, yes tricked I say, I say. For There is nothing wierd about me whatsoever !!!!!!!!! ouch, shoot, that hurt, ok I'll do it, Pah !, but i'm just going to copy the rule thingies (intergalactic megasulk)a.........
According to the rules each player of this game starts with the "6 Weird Things About Me" list. Then the people who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog ! Are you sitty cumfibold 3 square on your botty ? Good, then I begin :- 1) I sometimes have more hair than other times. 2) I'm so scared by this I wanna wee ! 3) I look up to Father Dougal as a role model (& Fr. Jack as it happens). 2a) Now I've had a wee Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh !!!!! BRB. 4) I love watching films but detest "the cinema" 4a) Ain't been to pics since 1981 5) Love being @ the sea, love being in the sea but cannot abide the bit in the middle ( you may have read this in one of my earlier works "How do I get in the sea without getting in the sea") and finally 6) I have photographic edivence that the Faeries (or Elves) who live in a tree at the beach around here have satellite TV. The photograph clearly shows the dish secreted amongst the branches and foliage. Right, that concludes the "wierd" bit, now to tag......but who ? a) the Boshman b) Erikakakaka.......... c) Nicey d) Willow e) Noelle f) Denise Aileen Oh man, What's happened here. Ah, publish and be damned !!!!! February 13 Don't get sucked in by this scam !It has come to our notice that a certain European
car manufacturer has named its new model
"ROOMSTER"
We think that this name has been plagiarised and corrupted
from the name of one whom we all
know and love.
Please be careful when transmitting that you do not order
a nasty little European car when you intended to enter
the Dungeon in "THAT" Space.
This warning was bought to you by the DoomsDay Duck.
January 29 %Happy Hippy Skippy Peepol%Hallally Lo
How are we all doing, well we hope.
Belated felicitations to you all, we were somewhat disposed by the movement of goods and chattels from one lair to another just before the festive season, but here we are now.
Is that any better ? Mmm we think so don't we.
We were blessed over the holiday period by the arrival of a gift from a friend from Wiccas World.
Yes we now have the Doomsday Duck, he's gorgeous.
A lovely dark shade of black with a purple bill and his little black feathers are all highlighted with green skull and bones (not unlike the green of this text actually).
We really must take some photies of him and post them here so that you can all share in the joy that he exudes.
The new Lair.
Well, it's bigger than the last one and it's got stairs in it that go up and down which is new to us because at the Lairette (as I now call the last one) the stairs went up and no more as there was nothing else to behold beyond the lair !
It is a great distance from the old one as well, first we travelled the road to hell, crossing over the Great river, and taking the southwest path past the castle of Le Goland, The Great monument known as Throppark and across the great common of Chobham. The vast City of Fleet we could see from the path with its vast golden W's (or M's, cant remember !).
Thenceforth the journey became a blurred image as my eyes filled with tears for all those that we had left behind (well, most of them anyway !).
Then, as if from nowhere, a sign..........
A sign that indicated to us the fork in the path, should we take the south or the west fork ?
It was at this time that we consulted the oracle, for it was late, the sun had gone down and we were alone. The oracles' line was busy, so we decided South.
We travelled what seemed an eternity, the great water to our east, the forest to our west, the horns of the ships to our left, the sounds of the creatures to our right (or was it the other way round, oh, never mind).
Eventually we arrived..... we were drawn by the vulgar braying of the removal gnomes, the bright lights generated by their Pantechnikon all assembled outside the new lair.
We looked with dismay at the scene, this was going to take more than the assembled throng that we were.
We whipped the gnomes into a semblance of reasonable behaviour with the promise of a "cuppatee" once the task was completed. This dear reader worked a treat.
Once Dave (for it was he, their leader) unloaded the final crate into the lair, they gathered together, their tongues lolling at the side of the mouth, drool slavering down the unwashed, stubbled chin. It was then with one voice came the blood curdling call......"cuppateemate!!!".
It is a sound that will haunt me for ever.
After they had drunk their beverage (nay gulped), they left in their vast vehicle, the lights dimming to yellow and the incessant cackling and braying of the gnomes, slowly disappearing into the darkness.
We were alone.
I have since travelled the road that bought us here again,
We have made visit to the friend we have left behind and also our mum ( who was quite happy to see us), oh and sussie who abides North of the great city of Heath Row.
For now we explore the local inns and taverns of the forest and the waterside.
At this point we would paint a picture of the locale, alas, we can't find the brushes.
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I'm going to have to trim this soon cos I've seen another film now !!!
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