Wednesday, April 18, 2012
"You loonies have to help!" said Evangeline von Holsterin to Smut and I in the Sporting persons and Echidnia blastomyces recognition bar of The Old Entymologist. "It is Pub Sports for Charradee, next week and we're in it"
"Madam" I informed her "we could not possibly join in a sporting event due to how we are involved in re-organising the 1965 Miss Busty collection. There have been mollycool transformations between August and November that you wouldn't believe. Also we are useless at games."
That is how we found ourselves on the Platform of Wisdom over the Fence of Doubt trying to get to the Snail of Virtue.
Note Smut's cheery wave to our supporter. Note Ms. van Holsterin pushing off Grubby O'Mallet from The Moibus Strip Bar..
The rules are in Latin but may be translated as "If you get hurt, it's your own fault, no backsies" The umpire dressed as Old Uncle Taxman throws bleeding great balls and sponges soaked in vinegar at one whilst one is trying to do the pointless tasks and shouts incomprehensibly at one. I do not call this entertainment.