DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE

Sorry I'm not sure what heppened there, I phased out and it was October. As for the previous months I can only summerise what happened during the period.

Buses and Chaps.



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HELLO!

It has been roughly 6 years since I last web logged about the recurring infrequent joys contained in the period that I call my life. Where to be begin to update you? Personally I know myself well enought to say that my short term memory is the worst part of the grey matter in my head so I shall describe what has been happening in the long term.

I have joined a gang. Not a biker gang, for I do not own any form of two wheeled vehicle nor multipled wheeled vehicle for that matter. This therefore excludes me from being in any car gangs if you are not very bright, like say Mr Tiger Little. However it is a gang of bus users, yes I have become a commuter. This transition was not one that stands out as a proud turn in my life, however a necessary one, say a 17 year old learns that they must stop playing with Lego. A commuter to me is someone in London who goes to a job which the countries masses of corperate centre relies on. I am neither in London or doing anything that will change the world.

But a gang none the less, which is odd because it is a silent gang, in that we do not talk to one another, but rather eminate a mutual respect because we got up early for reasons we don't like but we won't like the man deter our spirits. In this gang are three people, we alone are enough to know that between us the gang is big enough and strong enough to conquer fallowfield.




Wouldn't be difficult, it's a shithole.




So who is in this gang? Myself obviously, and you know myself, that big coat wearing twat I am, I would say I'm the nearest to the leader as I am the bravest, yes, I wave down the bus in the morning (That's the 7.30 Finglands to Piccadilly I'll have you know) (Fuck those Magic Buses). First to the stop, the most punctual some say, is Mr Beenie Hat, he's a middle aged man with a black hat on, he's the muscle if anything. He could punch through a stagecoach bus some say, straight through like bullet.

Second To him is Tiny Woman, she has the powers of conversation with bus drivers, and the ability of being small, which would come into hand if, say, she was asked to go into a small cupboard. She arrives slightly after Mr Beenie Hat, the rebelious one some say, and has a +1 combat multiplier on fire attacks.
DOGS IN SNOODS!

Love Dougal

XxxxX


(I'll check the grammer later, any mistakes can fuck off)