Well, I think the wig/head mystery
has taken a turn for the freaky worst. They've found a piano
at the top of Britains tallest mountain, Ben Nevis. No-body knows how it got there, why we haven't seen it till now, but I think it's clear to reader's of the muck that the net is shrinking and there's no-where left for me to run now.
What I need is an ally. An ally I can trust and train to be my eyes is essential, but who, what? One of London't parrots
? No, they fly exclusively in pairs, I couldn't trust two of them, I need a sole ally...and one who can't betray me by using any human language...hmmmm, stay tuned.
Piano on the moutain, squirrels bullying me off benches, this may be my last post. If so, it's been fun, and hey, don't cry too much about the Movie Said What Feature...