Blogday aftermoon
Last year I forgot to mention it and now, this year, it passed by again and I’ve only just realised, sigh. Senility is a sad affliction, no? This here blog is now six years old. In dog years that would be middle aged, settling down with a chewy slipper having sired several scampering pups and now firmly ensconced under the G Plan coffee table of an evening with all the walkies you could ever want. In blog years I believe it may almost qualify as antique or should that be ‘etique’ (var: e-tique)? [and can I just point out that I've just invented that word and defined it in Urban Dictionary and I am the inventor OK? ]. I also thought up ‘crustware’ at the same time, which I sort of prefer. So maybe this blog is now a piece of crustware. If so that probably makes me the crustmaster; which sounds vaguely kinky. Same as it ever was…
Gerbil
After a hard fought competition which attracted no entries from anywhere. The Bignjuicy judging panel have decided to commission Marcus O’Walletfilla to construct an eighty foot high fibreglass gerbil in honour of my sixth anniversary. This colossal rodent will stride masterfully, legs akimbo, across the urban landscape of Bignjuicyville. Visible from space ( and also Molesey ) it will symbolise the rich heritage I’ve bequeathed to my home town and remind all who pass this way that death is only a falling fibreglass claw away.
