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 | 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 [...]
Bizzywig | January 30, 2009
My Dear Friend, The bus journey proved fraught with anxiety. “What would the Chairman think?” I found I just could not keep my mind off the M&S Piccalilli. It can leave a nasty stain, as you well know, and yet I’d wrapped each jar in my undergarments for a form of [...]
Bizzywig | January 28, 2009
My Dear Friend, I write this in transit! “Never before have I heard such productive nasal clearance.” The Day dawned bright and clear, and the crisp air made smokers of Carstairs, Dervish and myself as we stood, stamping and clapping like children, admiring the hoarfrost and sharing the odd, amusing quip. My excitement [...]