It's that time of the year again! A chill in the air. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Snow is falling.
Happy Easter everyone!!
Right. That's enough cheeriness for this particular miserable Brummie. There's a Cadbury's 'Flake' egg beside me that's got my name on it. (Not literally. You have to go to Thornton's for that kind of thing.) So I'm going to gorge on it until I'm sick, in an attempt to recreate the Easters of my childhood.
Have a good 'un!!
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- The homunculus 'Micktrimble' was hatched in 'No Hope' hospital, Sutton Coldfield in spring '74. As Sutton Coldfield was slowly dying, the homunculus' progenitors put their creation into a rocket and fired it at nearby Erdington. A primitive place, but it was thought that the creature would blend in; his talents hidden. He spent his young life endlessly doodling and honing his skills at moaning. At the end of his first instar, he spawned two more homunculi. He is now shedding his skin ready for his second instar and sketching childish doodles for publication in journals for similarly weak-minded fools.
2 comments:
I'm spending Easter Day at work. Hoo-fucking-ray!
It's probably for the best. There's nothing decent on the telly, anyway!
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