It's late, I'm mildly... tipsy, but I shall recount what has happened to me in the past week, and my plans for the next few days, with little Ronulus Latrator (my pet Norfolk Terrier) in the next day or so. Where do I begin? Well. First off, the Carthaginian turned up at the show, he gave me the time of day, but it was feigned, and he merely tolerated my presence. I longed to give him a piece of my mind, but I thought it best not to "rock the boat" and just keep things on an even keel, retain my job, and do the best I could, all things considered. I did a good job, managed to earn the money, and get out of there, unscathed, which was nice.
On another point, the other job I am currently in have cut my hours in half, then half again, so, I decided to cut loose, go and find my old mate Steve "Lightsabre" Pearson, and reform our old band. Life is going well, and I am well.
Ronulus is learning to play bass (instead of pianoforte, he's a jazz man at heart, but I am getting him into the idea of learning blues, rock and funk "jazz ain't nothin' but good musicians playin' bad" sort of philosophy). Ronulus is still studying towards his Masters Degree in Natural Canine Sciences with the Department of Dog Studies at the Open University, Milton Keynes. He is very happy, but lovelorn, and I long to find him a Toy Poodle, who is mild mannered, well educated, and a worthy suit: faithful, honourable, and honest. In any case, we embark on a long journey tomorrow morning, to find Lightsabre, and a Toy Poodle for Ronulus to play with, so he may go forth and multiply, have lots of little Ronnie Barkers to continue the family line, to prosper.
No comments:
Post a Comment