On the way to Leominster we bumped in to this nice chap..
Pushing a trolley from John o'groats to Lands End
Great Guy he must be 92 to a day. Good Luck to him in the spirit
of support we looked around for something to give him and in the
end presented him a nice Pie to eat hhhmm nice
David Blaine and his Bucket
Good Old dave we love him...
Unfortunately dave has failed to beat the record for holding
his breath underwater.
Here at the Ghostwalk Offices we have our favorite websites this
is one of them.
Banksy is ace,. Click on the picture (the one above
dummy)
(News page on Banksy is worth a look as well.)
Cats & Dogs.
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon- Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 p.m.Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 p.m.Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 p.m.Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 p.m Oh, boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:
Day 183 of My Captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while
I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the
mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet
while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top
of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once
again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try
this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt
to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike
fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what
a good little cat I was.
Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed
in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear
the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that
my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." Must learn what
this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches.
The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return.
He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got
to be an informant, he speaks with them regularly.
I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement
in the high metal room, his safety is assured.