Yeknodathon

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, no Justicar Juice!

[... and after lots of swilling from cheek to cheek a fine jet sprays all contents with complete accuracy to a handy bucket] *Honk* Joe Xia 2010, cheeky little vintage...

[taking a long pond swig of Pshaw Justicarfest and rolling it around a large, slathering tongue to savour that full-bodied Shavian nuttiness]

Pschorr sounds very much like PShaw and that is just so very icky.

If only he'd stumble across an alligator...

Well, my little Stukeus, you're a little early.. 9 years and 11 months early... thats not exactly an "Odyssey" more like a "getting lost"

[... meanwhile, with a splish and a splosh, various sizes of green and lumpy blobs are being tossed back into the Paddock pond because frogs have no business hiding in trees]

Gnome in a Gnomekini

Emrys, All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though he's here to stay, Oh, I uneased an Emrys. Suddenly, I'm twice the donkey I used to be, There's a dingle hanging over me, Oh, Emrys came suddenly. Why he Had to go I don't know, he wouldn't say. I said, Something *HONK*, now I *HONK* for Emrys. Emrys, HONK was such an easy game to play, Now I need a place to hide away, Oh, I uneased an Emrys. Why he Had to go I don't know, he wouldn't say. I said, Something *HONK*, now I *HONK* for Emrys.

... and as we we wait an interminable length of existence for Michael to fathom his tricky matchstick issues, a little tune to while away the time... You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Mike, we couldn't get much higher Come on Michael, light my fire Come on Michael, light my fire Try to set the night on fireEEER The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on Michael, light my fire Come on Michael, light my fire Try to set the night on fire, HONK

And yet so little you know... Scunthorpe is the universal bog which swallows us whole no matter how we struggle only to push us up many years later in a leathery preserved condition. It is, Michael, an inescapable quagmire. Much like yourself but on a far grander scale. Now, have you managed to strike the right end of your match sticks or do we need to give you some help?

Cheeky little pyromaniac, you want the Bangkok special full fire suit and breathing apparatus with high pressure water hose treatment again? Into the shed you go!

...and who's to say Michael's nasal hairs are not combustible?

Well. dingleberries can get a bit uncomfortable...

Whenever I think of Emrys... oh, bother, wee blankness of the mind...

Some sort of versified supernatural doppelganger possession type automatic seance haunt 'n' write thing that can only be treated with exorcism and Mike Oldfield music and the scapegoating of an Emrysbeast... life (or undead) at dalem Villas is almost interesting

Only in the exclusive JoeBobby Fisher world of one could a Bishop and Kannigat share a Pawn...

Oh... something from Boo seems to be stuck to the walls.

You shout at drying concrete... Joebob in his hard hat?

Hurah! For giant fresh-water squid and Gnome bait.

I've plenty of baggy support hoses... some are more baggy than you could possibly imagine...elastic gone right out of 'em...

Oh Gawd, Boo is indulging his fantasies.

Can we pet the Emrys beast with the bottle?

Bet the Joe Xia household goldfish gets lots of attention, bet it provides lots of entertainment when it "disappears" into its underwater plastic house.

Hurrah for Thai immigration officials!