Sunday, June 07, 2026

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 455 & Part 456

 
Today is Sunday, the 7th of June 2026.

'Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers,' said Marshall McLuhan, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

He said 'mists', said the lions.

I see no 'mists', said the tigers.

Only 'conformists', grinned the foxes.

I see seven gorillas', the little red birds tweeted. Are they Gorillas in the Mist?

They are gorillas in the conformists, the thirty thirsty monkeys slurred their words.

But no animal took them seriously.

And seven gorillas joined the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford"

We met at Amys party
I stick with Chuck cause he brings me luck, Chuck whats up
With the girl over there, with the hair, she likes you.

You're not from around here, you come from a place where stars at night
are big and bight, you're light, it blinds me.

Put me on a plane. I am not afraid.
Just don't tell me, that you're leaving.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl.

I think I missed the last train,
If I could just sleep here on the floor,
I promise I will will expect more.
This reminds me of high school
Or maybe what high school would have been,
If you were there and I were cooler.

Put me on the plane, I am not ashamed.
Just don't tell me that you're leaving.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl. Girl.

Put me on a plane. I am not afraid.
Just don't tell me that, you're leaving.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl.




"bromford"

join the event bromford
feel and enjoy the rising
infinite possibilities
no rules – no boundaries


Wednesday, June 03, 2026

Bromford and Rat …

 

Deep inside my heart I have always been a true punk, with colourful hair, eccentric clothes and a nice little pet rat. I would have called him Stinker. But not because he actually stinked but because it is a cute little name.

The llama is looking over my shoulder on the laptop screen, once more.

»So, your rodant days have begun, dude? « the animal asks.

Then it gives me an unwanted and unasked advice,

»Delete that post, dude. It could start a riot. You are nothing like a punk at all. «

Drops the mic and leaves the stage.

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Today is Wednesday, the 3rd of June 2026.

Monday, June 01, 2026

Bromford and Tribble …

 

»Is your razor broken, dude? « asks the llama.

»I prefer to call it my shaver, animal, « I reply, »and it is not broken. This three-day stubble is my new look. «

»I know your shaving routines, dude, « says the llama, »that is more like a three-week stubble in your face. And your hair hasn't seen the hairdressers in a long time, either. «

»Same, same. «

»And are you wearing fur balls now? Didn't PETA teach you anything? People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals? Does it ring a bell? All these nude and shaved people and celebrities on the posters in the "I'd Rather Go Naked Than Wear Fur" campaign in the 1990s? Was all their shivering in vain? Dude, I was about to found a new organization. AETP - Animals for the Ethical Treatment of People. And after all of these activists days you are standing here in your apartment wearing that strange blue sweater with brown fur pompoms sewn on some very weird places? «

»They are no pompoms and they are not sewn, animal, « I say calmly.

»Dude? « The animal is shocked. »Are they moving? ARE THEY ALIVE? «

»They are the next candidates for becoming my new animal companions, « I say. »We just need to talk about and work on their reproduction rate, I think. There was only one of them only half an hour ago. «

»What are they? « asks the llama. »Guinea pigs? «

»No, animal, they are Tribbles. Alien life forms on some kind of a Star Trek in space and on a mission to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before! Like Earth, for example. And they are too cute and fluffy and fuzzy. Just hearing their sounds is making you feel calm and all relaxed. You just have to try it. «

All this time the brown fur balls had been softly cooinging, gently purring and started vibrating trillings. But as the llama approaches they are utting agitated squeals while shying  away and trying to hide behind my back.

»What is wrong with you, animal? « I shout at the llama. »Why are you scaring them? Are you a Klingon? Leave! Go away! Tribbles hate Klingons. «

The llama is rolling its eyes.

»Beam me up, Scotty. There is no intelligent life on this planet. «

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Today is Monday, the 1st of June 2026.