Δώδεκα Απρίλη Δύο χιλιάδες δεκαοκτώ ...

Today is Monday, the 30th of April 2018.

I am starting a new business today. World be ready. I will rule you someday, Thursday maybe, the day you will end.

I am going to sell bridges to Japan. Or maybe Bridges to Babylon. Somebody ever thought of selling owls to Athens? Champagne to France? Ravens to the Tower of London?

I am inventing bridges made of soup at the moment, alphabet soup for alphabet bridges. Street sides and houses, the canyons of Bromford connected by three giant letters

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Do you know bridge days? Imagine days between a weekend and a statutory holiday which many employees like to take off to make their 'weekend' last four instead of two days in German-speaking countries.

We are living in a world of luxury…

ચોવીસમી એપ્રિલે બે હજાર-અઢારમી ...

Today is Saturday, the 28th of April 2018.

Later that day a man who called himself Bromford Bibble was found straying around the area of Darkside Park in the shadow of Bromford Bridge reciting and mumbling the following verses over and over again…

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

» Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch! «

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought -

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

» And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! «

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

There is no crime in Bromford, he cried out from time to time. There is no Darkside Park with treason, drugs and violence. All you have to fear is fear itself.

And all that remained were his furious outcries that later were identified as wild mixtures with the language of Gujarati…

સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware! સાવચેત રહો! Beware!

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 6

Today is Thursday, the 26th of April 2018.

Today is a very special day. Today a very special person...

BRINGS YOU ANOTHER CITY / SONG QUIZ...

ME MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!

"Bromford"

Energy from every pore
Make what you will
Are you with or without?
The force cannot be blamed
Just the hunger or greed
Supplying the ugly drive
Dirty water no profit to supply
That round travelled far too long


In every direction you turn touch fire and you burn
Earn self recognition over all the preoccupying non-sense
I plead my inner sense savour this aroma of a new experience
High intelligence bound for the underground we burrow deep down
I originate like the world individual visual visionary I vary
And all others see my eye view so multiply through the big bad city
With a human emotion running wild not fit for the child of all ages
Accelerate speed of life moving closer to the centre enter at ya own
If ya will still the hustling bustling busy bee hive is alive
And kicking I'm picking the moment I gotta get away from this
Monotonous call the capital "B" loving every minute that I'm in it.


Stay tuned for nothing more to expect...

Ven-dezyèm avril De-mil-dizwit ...

Today is Sunday, the 22nd of April 2018.

This blog needs more llama, they say.

Write more about the llama, they say.

We like the crazy walking, talking llama and its' weird ideas and actions, they say.

There is too much llama, I think.

Already way too much, I think.

They cannot make me hallucinating about that abnormal animal, I think.

I am not Bromford in Wonderland, I think.

Wunderkind in Wunderland, I think.

I need my medicine, I think.

The old grandmother I met at the supermarket checkout the other day was still chewing something when I met her again at the red traffic lights later. She probably stole some kind of food from the shop, I think. Some fruit maybe. Grapes, an apple or some pears. Some cookies or sliced sausages. Strange chewing movements, I thought, when she took the other turn out of my field of view, out of my field of comfort.

'How did you know?' a high pitched voice asks.

'What?' I am kind of startled.

'How did you know that old woman was a grandmother? She may have been old but maybe she was a single old woman with no children and more than less grandchildren.'

It is back. It was never gone. It's that cheeky walking and talking llama I refuse to call 'KussKuss' because its' name sounds like the German – Or is it Klingon? – word for 'KissKiss' – an invitation it would take to smack me right in the face all wet and slimey.

'Come on, Bert', the animal says. 'Don't be such a spoilsport.'

'Who is Bert?' I ask nervously.

'Just some cheesy joke.' The animal is coming closer. 'And now shut up, you wanna-be blogger. I am only kidding. Come on and give old grandmother KussKuss a hug!'

The front door slams shut behind me as I flee my own penthouse apartment.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 5

Today is Thursday, the 19th of April 2018

Dear folks and friends and readers, animals and llamas...

Are you ready for the song quiz in a weekly basis?

I know, you are probably only one reader and only one llama.

And you do not have sleepless nights waiting for my next post.

You are not sitting at the edge of your chair biting your nails

with excitement...

But come on, Bert! It's fun. It makes the worse worth while.

At least I hope... At least I dream... My life is a stream...

It's all one song, dudes!

"Bromford"

Down in Bromford

They're black and blue

But we don't talk about that

Are you from 'round here?

How do you do?

I'd like to talk about that

Talk over

Gin in teacups

And leaves on the lawn

Violence in bus stops

And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

More gin in teacups

And leaves on the lawn

Violence in dole queues

And the pale thin girl

Behind the checkout

If you're looking for a cheap sort

Set in false anticipation

I'll be waiting in the photo booth

At the underground station

So come away, won't you come away

We could go to...

Deptford, Catford, Watford, Digberth, Mansfield

Ahh anywhere in Bromford

Anywhere in Bromford

Anywhere in Bromford

Yellowing classics

And canons at dawn

Coffee wallahs and pith helmets

And an English song

Mmm... Reebok classics

And canons at dawn

Terrible warlords, good Warlords

And an English song

Oo if you're looking for a cheap sort

All glint with perspiration

There's a four-mile queue

Outside the disused power station

Now come away, oh say you'll come away

We'll go to...

Satsworth, Senford, Weovil, Woomoyle, NEW-CAST-LE

If you are looking for a cheap tart

Don't glint with perspiration

There's a five-mile queue

Outside the disused power station

Now come away (away), won't you come away

We'll go to...

Bedtown, Oldham, Nunthorpe, Rowlam, Bristol

Aaa-nywhere in Bromford

Anywhere in Bromford

Anywhere in Bromford

Anywhere in Bromford

Anywhere in Bromford...

Bakwai na bakwai na Afrilu Biyu da dubu goma sha takwas ...

T o d a y  i s  T u e s d a y,  t h e  1 7 t h   o f  A p r i l  2 0 1 8 .  W h a t  e l s e  c o u l d  I  s a y ?  I t ' s  a  d a y  t o  r u n  a w a y .  I  a m  t i r e d .  D a n c i n g  l l a m a  s i n g i n g  d r a m a  i n  m y  h e a d .  I t ' s  t i m e  t o  g o  t o  b e d ...  A r e  y o u  s a d ?

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 4

Today is Thursday, the 12th of April 2018.

The day before Friday, the 13th, the day nothing will happen unless something happens. And what about the 14th? Nobody knows of the 14th.

Time for another quiz and another city... Good luck... Well welling in Wellington...

"Bromford Martian"

Monday mornin' as I lie awake

A Starman fell from outer space

Evil watchin me, was it all a dream

Hello Boy, you're going insane

One day we will tolarate the pain

I'll be here to entertain

There go all the freaks, they're crowdin' up on the streets

Paranoid in so many ways

You're the devil in me, I know man, it's true

I never wanted to be, I'm nobody's fool

You're the devil in me, I know man, it's true

I never wanted to be, I'm nobody's fool

Bromford Martian

Psycho Kid came down to die and blow us all away

Bromford Martian oh oh oh

One day we will wake up the same

Then grow old and fade away

Aliens and me linin' up to see

Everybody going insane

***

He plays a Chrome Guitar

Boy you're gonna be a star

With your guardian angel watching you

There's nothing you can't do

Bromford Martian

Psycho Kid came down to die and blow us all away

Bromford Martian

ʻEhā oʻApelilaʻeluaʻelua tausani a me kumamāwalu ...

Aia ma luna o ke anuenue ... Today is Wednesday, the 4th of April 2018 ... Is it Wednesday today? ... ʻO kēia lā Pōʻakolu? ... I am a technical stone age man ... I am a stone age technician? ... A real Neanderthal man lost in technology ... Have you met my neighbour KussKuss La Ma? ... And please ... Find somebody to get rid of that snowy scenery in the background ... And always remember ... Nothing will happen on the 14th unless something happens on the 14th ... Loaʻa i ka pō maikaʻi ... Ukulele ma luna o ke anuenue ...