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 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 25, 2009
My Dear Friend, Troubling Times. “Who you gonna call?” Please forgive my recent lack of communication. This last week has been a troublesome one and much as I loathe to lay the blame on the shoulders of any one person, it’s all The Pill’s fault. Claudine Jessop is quite mad. As you know, [...]
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 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 [...]