Bizzywig | November 3, 2009
My Dear Friend, Journey’s End, Adventure’s beginning. “Where are the doggie doo recepticals…?” The bus chugged into the bus station at last. Dervish heaved a sigh of relief and carefully tied up his sick bag and Carstairs gathered our things together. I was feeling positive and optimistic for the first time in days as [...]
Bizzywig | April 26, 2009
My Dear Friend, In the queue for the X88. “I didn’t like to touch it…” Things have changed on Havenwood Avenue. For one thing, the bus timetable has been ‘improved’ – meaning the buses now pass once a fortnight, so, when we eventually made it to the bus stop (after a heroic few days of [...]
Bizzywig | April 6, 2009
My Dear Friend, Wrong side of the Sleeping Bag. “A nice cuppa?” Today did not get off to the best of starts. I woke with an aggravating crick in my neck to the truculent sounds of an argument. Carstairs and Dervish were embroiled in a considerable altercation. I eased myself from my sleeping bag [...]
Bizzywig | March 9, 2009
My Dear Friend, . Please do not try to peel an orange in one. . It seems an ugly spectre has raised its head! A new and uncomfortable condition called ”Peel an orange in one-itis” is sweeping the country. Please be warned, My Dear Friend! Do not attempt to peel an orange in one piece under any circumstances. Symptoms [...]
Bizzywig | March 4, 2009
My Dear Friend, A most unusual morning. “What’s that ticking?” Today we were awakened by gentle ‘ahem-ming’ and the sound of someone calling “Knock Knock” outside our tent-flap. When I called out “Who’s There?” Carstairs facetiously chipped in “Dr. Dr Who?” in what he thought to be a hilarious way. Dervish, on the [...]
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 [...]