六月二十九日二千八十...

Today is Friday, the 29th of June 2018. Long time since I noticed that June got thirty days. It's Freya's day. After Woden's Day which is in fact Odin's Day and after their son's, Thor's Day. Freya is the mother. Woden is the father. And everything is wrong. The old Gods are haunting me. Friday is Stephen Fry's day. Stephen Fry was a member of the British House of Lords who tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament and Queen Gwenyth in the mid-sixties of the nineteenth century. He was caught on the tracks of the underground train wearing a Panda bear mask and later invented Halloween while being held captive in the Golden Eye one of Liverpool's highes skyscraper. Or something like that... I feel dizzy, Miss Lizzy...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 15

Today is Thursday, the 28th of June 2018. The Day after Klingon Football died... :D

Wipe away your tears... Time for a song...

"Bromford Road"

I dig a deep hole, bees buzzing all around

But I know you’ll be happy

That I’m pouring concrete in the ground

Hoist up posts and beams erratically

Garden plot’s beautiful, Painter gets at it

But I guess I should have checked with you somehow

Thought I could get you to come to Bromford Road

Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

All I ever wanted you to do was to come on home

Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

I filled up the shelves with funny books to laugh to

Lazy Susan has some of the mocha rings that you love

Registered our names so they’ll know where to bring us our mail

Couldn’t find flat wax for all the mahogany

Didn’t we see some walking through a trade show

Does any of this even start to ring a bell

Thought I could get you to come to Bromford Road

Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

All I ever wanted you to do was to come on home

Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

When we need to roam

Blind faith stings hastily

My faith brings me right to the flower shop

I’d like that bouquet please

Wrap some of those extra green things around the stems

A little card to write on if you have them

Candles are lit all the red napkins folded

Pecan pie wafting fumes from the oven

Turned off all the ringers on the phones

Look out the window see headlights passing by

Maybe I don’t see you and I don’t really know why

Don’t make me feel like a guest in our own home

Thought I could get you to come to Bromford Road

(Come to Bromford)

Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

All I ever wanted you to do was to come on home

(Baby, won't you come on home to Bromford Road)

Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

(Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb)

Thought I could get you to come to Bromford Road

Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb

Thought I could get you to come...

六月二十五日二千一十八...

Today is Monday, the 25th of June 2018.


* Oh, look at that fantastic red and
white tent. Yeah! The circus is in
town!

- It's not the circus, you fool.

It's the vermin exterminator.

* Terminator? Like in those
Schwarzenegger movies? Cool!

- That house is under quarantine.

They are probably gasifying

cockroaches right now.

* You are a cruel person, Bromford
Bibble.

- Too many clowns and not enough

circuses, animal. And always

remember… Nobody likes vomiting

wombats and rotten bananas...

Tredive tredjedel to-tusind-atten ...

Today was Saturday, the 23rd of June 2018...

Pictures.

We need more pictures in our heads.

I am the God of hellfire. I am Prometheus.

I was banished from the heavenly palaces because I stole the Fire from the other Gods and brought it to mankind. I am the Firebearer.

They punished me. They chained me to a mountain by the seaside. And every morning an eagle comes flying by, hacking and tearing its' beak into my liver, eating it whole and causing the most un-earthly pains you can imagine.

And every sleepless night my liver grows back again just to let the whole torture start anew every morning.

I am Lucifer. I am the banned and fallen angel.

I made a deal with God. A deal with one of them? All of them? Are they all one?

Or was it the Devil?

They are all the same. Two sides of a coin. But both part oft he big game.

I am ready. I will take every chance…

And always remember…

Nobody likes vomitting wombats…

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 14

Today is Thursday, the 21st of June 2018.

I start. I stop. I start and I stop. I am a living start-stop-automatic in person. What is a start-stop-automatic? I don't have the slightest clue... But who cares.

Whassesong? Whassesong? Whassesong?

"Bromford"

I look down from my window

To the island where I'm held

They listen while you're sleeping

And darkness is itself

Tomorrow I'm disappearing

Cause the trees are amplified

The never ending broadcast

To which I do not aspire

Hear the mausoleum's fallen

And the perfect avenues

Will seem empty without you

And the pink light that bathed the great leaders

Is fading

By the time your sun is rising there

Out here it's turning blue

The silver rocket's coming

And the cherry trees of Bromford

I'm leaving

I feel like I'm floating

Processed in autotune

The never ending roll on

To the palace of the doomed

Temperature keeps falling

Soon there will be no lights

Just a red glow, glass coffin

Watched by someone through the night

Hear the mausoleum's fallen

And the perfect avenues

Will seem empty without you

And the pink light that bathed the great leaders

Is fading

By the time your sun is rising there

Out here it's turning blue

The silver rocket's coming

And the cherry trees of Bromford

I'm leaving

There will be no light

Someone through the night

Someone through the night

Hear the mausoleum's fallen

And the perfect avenues

Will seem empty without you

And the pink light that bathed the great leaders

Is fading

By the time your sun is rising there

(Years ago when we used to be rivals)

Out here it's turning blue

The silver rocket's coming

(Our youths' minds and arms)

And the cherry trees of Bromford

(Were bound for our own survival)

I'm leaving

Siebzehnter Juni Zweitausendachtzehn ...

Today is Sunday, the 17th of June 2018.

Today is one day. And one day, one day becomes another.

Madame Hoodoo said she didn't want to be the older sister of Madame Voodoo and left New Orleans to go home to Africa. Why is it still called the black continent?

I have lost my mojo again. I haven't lost a talisman like an amulet or a small bag with protecting ingredients hidden underneath my clothes.

I have lost my whole magical thing. I have lost my beaver animagus skills. No more changellings. No more swimming in cold waters. No more building beaver lodges. Have you ever been a beaver lodger?

Get rid of that chainsaw…

And I have lost my storytelling skills. My mojo was called Orm but was only a stolen word from somebody who is a real author. Or was a real author? Was he even human? Because I think, in fact he left this earth a long time ago to return to his own home planet. Somewhere the capital city of the unknown sixth continent called Atlantis went years before him because it – the whole city – was in fact a gigantic spaceship.

Travellers where have you gone? Have you taken my mojo and my funny little stories with you?

And always remember…

Nobody likes penguins with spectacles…

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 13

Today is Thursday, the 14th of June 2018

Another day... Another time... Another mistake... With announcement...

And I can already hear the animal complain... This is not this... This is not that... But I have reason. I am doing this because of... reasons...

"Bromford Dogs"

I remember thinking murder in the car

Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns

I remember the graffiti

We are your children coming near you with spray cans of paint

I remember the sunset and the plains of cement

And the way the night just seemed

To turn the colour of Orangeade

In this town, cellular phones are hot with thieves

In this town, we all go to terminal pubs

It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life

From this town, the English Army grind their teeth to glass

You know you'll get a kicking tonight

Smell of puke and piss

The smell of puke and piss on your stilettos

Here comes that panic attack

My heart stops ... and then starts

Give me a drink

I'll drink your round

I'll take you 'round the pole

It's cold up here (I see the universe)

You'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city (Waiting by a minibus)

Either way, you'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city

Twelfth of June Two-Thousand-Eighteen ...

Today is Tuesday, the 12th of June 2018. And, boy, this really is a Tuesday.

Believe me.

Before the llama starts shouting again and getting mad here is a funny little story.

It's a funny little story of my life.

I met a cat.

The cat was red.

Without a hat.

The cat ate bread.

And after all…

I went to bed.

And always remember… Nobody likes plastic watering cans…

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 12

Today is Thursday, the 7th of June 2018.

Time flies... And I am floating through and through...

"Bromford Green"

Everytime I breath I think of

Everytime I sleep I

Fashion dies with no respect

I never want to be like you

My poison colours never clash

With my shiny, shiny shoes

Oh!

Who will buy my old chanels,

Who will buy my fake furs,

I can't live without my slacks.

On the catwalk it's a gas

Oh!

Your bright colours they cloud my vision,

Designer shirts they call this fashion,

Insane robots parade in tandem.

Don't make me sick, let me see you.

Bromford green, Bromford green

Smile and say will you buy this,

It's a world exclusive.

To me the colours are the same

And it's driving me insane.

Oh!

Who will buy my old chanels,

Who will buy my fake furs,

I can't live without my slacks.

On the catwalk it's a gas.

Oh!

You're bright colours they cloud my vision,

Designer shirts they call this fashion,

Insane robots parade in tandem.

Don't make me sick, let me see you

Bromford green, Bromford green,

Bromford green, Bromford green

Sesa de junio Du-Mil-Dek ok ...

- Today is Wednesday, the 6th of June 2018.

I wanted to write a funny little story…

* WHY DON'T YOU DO IT, OLD MAN ???
STOP MOANING ABOUT IT !!!
AND START WRITING YOUR FUNNY
LITTLE STORIES !!!

- It is too…

* I AM SICK OF YOUR EXCUSES !!!
ARE YOU A MAN OR A MOUSE ???
WHY ALL THIS COMPLAINING ???

…and now i am hoarse because of all
this screaming…

- You are a horse?

* …ah, shut up, you…

Juuni esimene kahe tuhande-kaheksateist ...

Today is Friday, the 1st of June 2018.

I wanted to write a funny little story about a holiday. A holiday at a rocky coast with dramatic waves and lighthouses. A story about pebbly beaches where ships landed from hidden Western lands. Ships full of creatures of the light who came to save the old lands from dark and evil forces in a long, long time ago.

I really wanted to write this story.

But I am too tired.

It is too hot.

It is too Friday.

And it's to muggy.

And always remember… Nobody likes thimbles…