Ha ha, Silly Owl

I apologize for the lateness of this entry; I don’t have a specific or a good reason as to why it is late so I won’t bother expanding. Yes some of you antomymous out there want to know about lasers. Well it is nowhere near as exciting as it sounds. Chris has a laser pointer and we have found that it drives Graham the cat mad, mad I tell you! His little cat eyes get huge and he freaks out trying to catch something he can’t so he starts chirping at it. Really not exciting unless you see it, and you like cats, and you find that kind of thing funny.

As to bread, I with my honors degree and Masters from the most prestigious creative writing program in the known universe tried to get a job at the bakery next door (it’s not even the nice one). I didn’t get the job. Uh oh well.

As to mumblely men of Norwich (to be sung to the tune of Men of Harlech) Men of Norwich! At the Jumble, All I hear is mumble mumble, They can’t walk they all just stumble, Why do they talk to me?

Okay enough of that.

Sorry Chris has been watching Zulu…again.

Yes the mumblely men of Norwich, I have two favorites: One- Blue Coat: An elderly gentlemen, he is native to the Unthank Road area and often seen diving into the afore mentioned Bakery’s bins for old bread then feeding the pigeons on the corner of Neville street with said bread. Blue Coat likes to mumble to self – sometimes thought to be singing. Though mumbles are unknown, he is perceived as friendly and I believe him to be mostly talking about the weather. Now says an almost audible ‘hello’ to me.

Two- Tweed Coat: An elderly gentleman, he is native to the Saint Stephens Road area and often seen pushing an old person shopping cart. Tweed Coat likes mumble at others especially me. He will stand next to the newsstand on afore mentioned street (while I was covering for the person who is normally there) he will mumble at me for forty minutes at least – usually between the hours of 12:30 to 1:30 everyday. Though mumbles are unknown, he is perceived as very friendly and I believe him to be mostly talking about the war – the Second World War. Now says an almost audible ‘ my uncle survived Dunkirk only to get killed in Singapore’ to me.

Now that we are all caught up, on to new things: I like King Nicholas. I’ve been following his exploits for sometime now and I think I should share. Here is a picture of King Nicholas:
He was an out of work guy living in a trailer in Sheringham when he though it would be funny to rename himself as a king and its all spiraled out of control from there. I highly suggest his website King Nicholas and the Copeman Empire the Caravan Monarch.

There where other things I wanted to blog about but I really just don’t remember right now so here is a picture of a very silly owl.