As the Vicar said to the choir boy “time for a quicky”.
The disappointment of not seeing Uranus last night was to much, I wondered the empty deserted streets of this God forsaken city weeping and sobbing whilst blubbering ” I want to see Uranus”. I was soon picked up by the Fuzz, ooohhher Matron.
Resistance to capture came in the form of character transformation, yes, a Jeckyll and Hyde affair.
I went from being a lost soul who only wanted to see Uranus to a 6ft 2in (1.85) fox called Basil. BUM BUM.
Anyway daybreak is here and I’ve got things to do. Bye for now.
Categories: Burning the Midnight Oil