Paul Ryan R.I.P

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God knows how you’ve managed to escape Paul, still wearing the tux? 

You wore that look like you wore life … out … and with us and … them … and every creature between.

Paul you are a bright guiding star. I missed you before, and now I’ll miss you forever more. See you in m’dreams then?

Love xxx 

Katy & P Willy

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Her name is Catherine, not shortenable to Kate surely?

Anyfuck, Bill and Catherine have been on their Sunny Hols in the Caribbean whilst most of the rest of the planet has been anxiously anticipating the launch of World War – Season 03

Darling are we really tone deaf? 

 And this unmasked, unabashed image speaks volumes about British Colonialism

 I am ashamed on their behalf

Whatever Gets You Through The Night

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I am possibly just as sad and angry … as you are right now … maybe … I’m a closet optimist with plenty of space in here to share, please crawl in

Here’s a thing I done did for you. ‘Tis me myself masquerading as a homage to the mighty Harry Nilsson In The Nighty

 

So go lightly my angels, flutter into that beautiful night and shine with all the brilliance of your best selves x 

 

 

 

Secretary-General of the UN vs Keith

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Hello my dears,

I am sorry about being slack. The possible start of World War Season 3 had dented the old joie de vivre, but now l’m back at it. And to prove that I do care I went and made this for you

Ban Ki-Moon was named the 32nd most powerful person in the world by Forbes 

 

Keith on the other hand was named the most powerful party-animal in the world by Oliver Reed

 

 

 

 

On The Lamb

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For those of you that don’t know, or care, or likely both: On the lam means “running away”

Don’t ask why, as nobody knows

 

On my way home from a late session at a bar I saw in the distance what looked like … what I thought to be an indescribable thing. Was it a dead dog? A drunken reveller in fancy dress? As I teetered nervously towards the thing it became abundantly clear. 

Wolf?

A pair of exceptionally stoned teenage boys I had passed earlier shuffled down towards the scene. As they approached I gestured up at the dark sky indicating the possible journey this object may have taken to arrive here. We looked at the stars for a fleeting moment … then instead of getting out their phones to film it, they began stroking it affectionately.

 

It was far too heavy for us to lift so we all went our separate ways, not the Sheep though. 

 Baaaahhhh Humbug

 The next day at the Nativity it was back in place. It looked like it had a bit of a night of it but was at least at work on time. All’s well that ends …

 

 But then on Monday I noticed the absence again

 

 

Then by Tuesday matters had taken a turn for the worse

 

Fear and loathing in a Manger 

 Then on Wednesday I saw this article

 

The above idea seems more like an anti-vax campaign, the implication being: Only Sheep Follow Rules. I do hope the poor thing makes it back eventually or I’ll have nothing more to say on the matter