I came home yesterday to find a cyclops in the front room playing a harp whilst Bono was smearing the walls with salad cream. I'd had problems earlier in the day when I had put out some strips of leather in the garden to feed the Pterodactyls only to discover that druids were creeping out from under the shrubbery to steal them so they could make thongs. I went into the garden to scare them off and remembered my slug trap. I had read in a gardening magazine that if you sink a jam jar into the soil and then half fill it with beer, then overnight, slugs will be attracted to the beer and then fall into the jar and drown. Well, what do you know, it does actually work. A word of warning though, don't drink the beer. I did and two hours later, shat myself hollow. Still not had a ciggy. When things get a little bit hairy, I sing a selection of Hungarian folk songs to my button collection or alternatively, colour in my torso with a biro. It takes my mind off things and stops me from going mad.
Love silliness and the option to leap over the edge
Oh yeah, the picture is of my dog on her birthday.