Bizzywig | February 22, 2009
My Dear Friend, The madness has passed. “I’ve also heard good things about jellyfish.” I’m sure my last letter left you confused and scratching your head. Given your ‘problem’, this was not, I think, a kind condition in which to leave you. Have you considered aromatherapy? I’ve also heard good things about jellyfish. Do [...]
Bizzywig | February 20, 2009
My Dear Friend, . How to peel an orange in one piece? . “I could peel an orange in one piece.” Why Peel an orange in one piece you ask? Well, as you know, time passes more slowly on a train heading to a destination. It’s something to do with physics, or [...]
Bizzywig | February 13, 2009
My Dear Friend, You find me gloomy and reflective today. ‘Man cannot live by Flapjack alone’ Carstairs has already packed up our camping things and cooked a decent enough breakfast, but a thick cloud of the grumps has settled on me as we await the 12:40 train. I’d managed to get a message to my Dear [...]
Bizzywig | February 6, 2009
My Dear Friend, Calamity! “I was thinking about the Piccalilli in my underwear.” I can hardly bear myself to tell you of the horrors that have befallen me since last I put pen to paper, or finger to laptop. If you recall, my companions and I were stranded at the station [...]
Bizzywig | February 2, 2009
My Dear Friend, At last we made it to the station. “I believe it was called Jazz.” I was struck, upon our arrival, by the queer uniformity of modern youth. There, at the station, was a miserable-looking chap, almost entirely identical to the miserable-looking chap who we’d seen at the bus [...]