The time is really flying by.
Not too sure in the light of yesterday's blog I like the way this is heading.
On the plus side it's a short walk from the studio. On the downside it's rather small with a fold-up bed.
However, it's warm and comfortable and relatively quiet.
However for some reason just as I turn the light out someone in the block decides it's time to make a rhythmic knocking sound
1) He/She is intent on filling every inch of wall space with works of art.
2) The stress of living in such a confined space has driven them mad and they are beating their head against the wall in frustration.
3) They are digging an escape tunnel.
4) They are singularly inept clog dancers.
"MORNING GEORGE YOU T@ '!?."
"HELLO BERT YOU BIG A@ '!?,"
"WHERE'S THE F@ '!?, ING FOUR BY TWO'S?:
"HOW THE F@ '!?, SHOULD I KNOW YOU FAT C@'!?,"
"YOU WERE THE LAST F@'!?, ER TO SEE EM YOU F@'!?, ING F@'!?,!"
"DON'T YOU CALL ME A F@'!?, YOU C@'?? F@'!? T@'?? ING T@'!? T@'!?,"
And so it goes on until they grow hoarse. Then it's tea time and it starts all over again.
I think they may be building a Comedy club.
My name’s Ben Elton, good night