Sketchy LXXII

…um…

….I could explain, but it’s probably easier to let you make up your own story as to how I got to “here”….

The Dearly Departed

…now in powdered form….

 

…just add water for an ash coloured sludge puddle.

It’s How You Hold The Stick

…as much as what the stick sticks into.

Or was it

…the end I mean.

For The Sake Of Your Health

…what’s that burning smell?

The A List

…or the low road.

Back To The English Note Book

…ooo…ran out of fresh stories, so it’s back to where I was before I got side tracked by Dereks & Nigels & Planets filled with chicken-things…

…back to the screeds of stuff I wrote whilst operating a press-brake in a metal work factory in the UK…or under the influence of beer/cider…or under the influence of my Cousin Phil & his delightfully scatological kids…..

…smoothie anyone?

A Home To Go To

…your welcome Dear.

Idol Without The Singing

…we could always add the singing if you want….

…but you probably wouldn’t.

Hugs Not Hairdos

….and they all lived tentacly after.