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.

Blue Moon … Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 453 & Part 454

 

Blue Moon

I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known
The songbird calling
Across the water
Outside my silent asylum

Oh, don't leave me on my own
Left me standing all alone

Today is Sunday, the 31st of May 2026.
Blue MOON

May Day! May Day!

A second full MOON in the month of May.

That's what they call a Blue MOON. A year with thirteen full MOONs? Month? A period of time the authors named after the MOON, our silent companion.

You cannot measure time, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, thinks. You cannot press time into the cage or corset of a calender or one month. And you most definatley cannot turn back the time.

May. Day. Say. Stay. Away.

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"Rock Of Bromford"

Let me say this to you
I'll be steadfast and true
And my love will never falter

The sea would crash about us
The waves would lash about us
I'll be your Rock of Bromford

Sometimes it's hard
And we're both caught off guard
But there's nothing I would ever alter

The wind could howl round our ears
For the next thousand years
I'd still be your Rock of Bromford

The best thing I done
Was to make you the one
Who I'd walk with down to the altar

You'd stand by me
And together we'd be
That great, steady Rock of Bromford

Under the big yellow MOON
On our honeyMOON
I took you on a trip to Malta

And all through the night
You held me so tight
Your great, steady Rock of Bromford

Could the powers that be
Ever foresee
That things could so utterly alter?

All the plans that we laid
Could soon be betrayed
Betrayed like the Rock of Bromford

"Bromford Breezes"

It's funny how you sound as if you're right next door

When you're really half a world away
I just can't seem to find the words I'm looking for
To say the things that I want to say
I can't remember when I felt so close to you
It's almost more than I can bear
Though I seem a half a million miles from you
You are in my heart and living there

And the MOON and the stars are the same ones you see
It's the same old sun up in the sky
And your voice in my ear is like heaven to me
Like the breezes here in old Bromford

There are lovers who walk hand in hand in the park
And lovers who walk all alone
There are lovers who lie unafraid in the dark
And lovers who long for home
I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to
You're in my dreams and always near
And especially when I sing the songs I wrote for you
You are in my heart and living there

And the MOON and the stars are the same ones you see
It's the same old sun up in the sky
And your face in my dreams is like heaven to me
Like the breezes here in old Bromford

Bromford breezes, cool and clearing
Evening's sweet caress
Bromford breezes, soft and gentle
Remind me of your tenderness

And the MOON and the stars are the same ones you see
It's the same old sun up in the sky
And your love in my life is like heaven to me
Like the breezes here in old Bromford

And the MOON and the stars are the same ones you see
It's the same old sun up in the sky
And your love in my life is like heaven to me
Like the breezes here in old Bromford
Just like the breezes here in old Bromford

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 451 & Part 452

 

Today is Saturday, the 30th of May 2026.

Socrates said, 'Contentment is natural wealth, luxury is artificial poverty.', said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Why?, asked the seven wolves.

Shush!, shushed the six unicorns. Or you will wake the dragons.

And thirty thirsty monkeys joined 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"

Illumed for promise
Due as bound
Commonly in circles I ache as ignite
Time's by essence
Heat by flint
Would I yearn for tenderness
A light within

Here I fought for you
A pall as cast and through
Though danger said I'd be reborn
We live and ride alone

As the river rolls
As the river rolls
Lord have mercy on my soul

A screen but captures you
In thrall yet ghost's remove
With languor said I'd be reborn
We live and ride alone

As the river rolls
As thе river rolls
As the river rolls
As thе river rolls
Lord help me from my soul
As the river rolls
As the river rolls
Lord help me save my soul

You dare not follow
You dare not follow
You dare not follow
As the river rolls
As the river rolls

"Sweet Home Bromford"

Ride on - baby don't you wanna go
Ride on - baby don't you wanna go
Back to the same old place - sweet home Bromford

Well, do you remember when the steel mill shut down
We had to go in the country, mama, 'cause you couldn't live in town
Ride on - baby don't you wanna go
Back to the same old place - sweet home Bromford

Well, do you remember baby back in 1934
You had the nerve to tell your daddy
That you didn't want him no more
Ride on - baby, don't you wanna go
Back to the same old place - sweet home Bromford

Ride on - baby don't you wanna go
Ride on - baby don't you wanna go
Back to the same old place - sweet home Bromford