Post by 23skidoo on Apr 26, 2008 8:48:58 GMT -5
I'd decided that after the exertions of back to back Mall-fare this reporter need a little R & R and so I headed south to my favorite suburb, Scarletwood, and one of my favorite bunch of friends, Malton Angels.
If it's true what they say about Scarletwood being the Paris of the South then the Angels must be Nu-Dadaists.
I don't know if thats as clever as it sounds in my head, but I've been drinking a lot of scotch since I got here and my IQ seems to be rocketing. Apparently scotch comes from Scotland too, not just kilts - who knew! These men in skirts just get better and better in my bleary eyes.
I'm not going to go on about Dr Kildare either, it's too painful. I passed through the Garniss building, and there she was, flawless as always, busy doing something heroic, but I just kept on moving. I'll hang out with Tova and Nikolai and the Angels and stay drunk and sing songs and party until it's time to move on. I'll probably get a slap from the Lady Pirate too, but what does she expect with these boots on!
On a more serious note, Baxter, Ron's faithful dog, has been missing for well over a month now. He was last seen in the North, following bear tracks and playing the guitar under a full moon. But since then, nothing. So if you're out there Baxter, or if anyone has any information about you, let hear it!
Thats it for now friends, keep your guns loaded and your humour sharp and I'll hopefully see you soon.
If it's true what they say about Scarletwood being the Paris of the South then the Angels must be Nu-Dadaists.
I don't know if thats as clever as it sounds in my head, but I've been drinking a lot of scotch since I got here and my IQ seems to be rocketing. Apparently scotch comes from Scotland too, not just kilts - who knew! These men in skirts just get better and better in my bleary eyes.
I'm not going to go on about Dr Kildare either, it's too painful. I passed through the Garniss building, and there she was, flawless as always, busy doing something heroic, but I just kept on moving. I'll hang out with Tova and Nikolai and the Angels and stay drunk and sing songs and party until it's time to move on. I'll probably get a slap from the Lady Pirate too, but what does she expect with these boots on!
On a more serious note, Baxter, Ron's faithful dog, has been missing for well over a month now. He was last seen in the North, following bear tracks and playing the guitar under a full moon. But since then, nothing. So if you're out there Baxter, or if anyone has any information about you, let hear it!
Thats it for now friends, keep your guns loaded and your humour sharp and I'll hopefully see you soon.