Chaucerre masstte Perrishe!

Ah, my own Canterbury tale today! After wakening at the obscene hour that is 7.30, I trudged downstairs and got in the mobile that is automatical. After a while, mum stopped for a while, turned round and went the other way. So much for MY map reading skills it would seem. Ah wellsy well. Still, the journey wasn't so bad. 60 ish miles in an hour and a half with the musical delights of most of the star warseseses went swiftly. However, the weather seemed to become vaguely inclement rather quickly

But I had some fun with the map, looking for silly places with names like 'Thong', and:


Please, in the realms of good taste could noone at an 'n' to Great Wakering... please god... Ahem, well now you all have in your mind I can move on.

Once we reached the University, Mum took some time negotiating the packed car park in order to find a space, which was an immensely difficult process

We went to the receptiony type bit, passing the Drama place and the place that all my wannabe fizzy-cyst homeboys would have loved

The queue was of course present for the ladies, which provided me with some amusement when I found another with no queue whatsoever. Ahh, those poor females... We waited in the crowd for the information table thingums

Which became very quickly packed

The drama table was unmanned (slackers) so we had a snoop around, going through Joanna Lumley's door

Some people then wittered on about the subject, and I stole a load of paper stuff to read later. Woo! Reading!
After that, we headed back to the table bit, where I saw 3 langley lot, Andrew Vanstone, Nick brabner and some girl i dont know who works in sainsbars.

Then, just for kicks:

Forbidden Erotica, obviously now bidden...

The healthy option

And Pikachu strikes one for racism campaigns worldwide

On the way home again, it seemed far more obvious that Otis was finally mobilising. Working no longer under cover, his forces were acting in broad daylight... my first sign came as I spotted a van, under orders to guard cans of deodorant and antiperspirant

Then, the horizon was filled with metallic beasts... evidently some sort of giant mechanical Sentinel Battlemech...

All seemed connected... but what to? Soon I reached the source.. a power station, which was powering these mechanical beasts, and readying them to destroy the world!!!

However, soon I saw proof that he was mobilising... MOBILE SHIELD GENERATORS!!!


1025? Hmm... 0215... Oh two is!! OTIS!!!!

Eat your heart out Chaucer...
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Secondarily, Steve Napierski, creator of The Outer Circle (link to left) emailed me the other day:

Richard,

I saw your linkage to the outer circle on your blog page and I just wanted
to say thank you.  Every link helps and you're in no exception.  I
appreciate your support.

Thanks,
Steve

booya! So, I feel obliged to plug. Go read, tis funny and good, and also provides 3 of your daily portions of fruit and veg.
'chard