Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 235

 Today is Sunday, the 29th of January 2023.

January is almost over. And I know I say and write it every year...

REALLY ???

Wasn't it January 2022 only two seconds ago?

Ask the cow.

Ask the pig / asks the swines.
Ask George Orwell.

Wasn't it 1984 yesterday?

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"Blue Bromford"

Embracing,
distorting,
supporting,
comforting
Convincing you,
consoling you
Controlling you,
destroying you
All over you

I know someday we'll meet again
We come and go that way my friend
It's part of me, it's part of you

You feel invincible,
it's just a part of life

You feel invincible,
it's just a part of life

I ce-bergs …

 

»So?« Nigel has drawn his chair next to Claude Sideburns' chair. »You are no archaeology professor, are you?«

Sideburns whimpers, »But I always wanted to be an archaelogist. I have watched all three Indiana Jones movies at least three times.«

»All three?« the llama wants to know. »Aren't there four Indiana Jones movies and soon a fifths to come to the cinemas.«

»There are only three that count«, Sideburns sobs his white fuzzy hair swaying with every movement of his head. »And we will see if the next one counts after we have watched it.«

»So, who do you call a person who pretends to be something or someone he or she is not?« Nigel asks. »An imposter?«

We all look at each others and around in the library, shrugging.

»Is Brompton Castle even your home?« Kylie wants to know. »Or did you rent it or something to impress us?«

Here Hildegard, the cook and housekeeper intervenes.

»Master Claude inherited Brompton Castle from his mother Claudine who herself inherited it from the late-late Lord Brompton, her noble employer whom she worked for as a housemaid. And so she kind of inherited myself and good old Gilbert here, too.«

Claude Sideburns nods in agreement snorting loudly into a slighty dirty handkerchief.

»But if archaeology is not his field of expertise«, Kylie wonders aloud, »what made me the archaeologist's assistant?«

»And me the archaeologist's assistant's assistan?« Nigel mumbles.

»And what does this make of our treasure hunt?« the llama asks.

And suddenly everyone in the library is staring at me.

And again, I do not have the slightest clue.

Meanwhile a cross-eyed sheep is gazing inside through a dusty window pane.

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Today is Friday, the 27th of January 2023.

Imposter

T able-linens …

 
As the morning and the break-fast continues the talks are getting louder and livelier.

In the background I can hear Butler Gilbert whisper to the woman Professor Sideburns addressed as Hildegard,

»We must give Farmer Farnsworth a call. His sheep are in our yard again.«

»Escaped again?« Hildegard asks looking out of the library windows. »Better be quick before the whole place is full of sh…«

»Blood pudding, Hildegard«, Professor Sideburns shouts out, »bring more blood-pudding, Hildegard, my cook and housekeeper.«

»We don't have any blood-pudding, Master Claude. The pantries are empty as most of the times«, Hildegard explains, then adds in her sarcastic voice, »And why do your guests keep calling you 'Professor'? Isn't a professor usually an expert in his field and teacher of the highest rank at universities and other post-secondary education and research institutions?«

Gilbert, the butler is smiling brightly, »I'm impressed, Hildegard. Where did you read that definition?«

»On the web. I read that on the interweb.«

»Now that we speak about it«, Kylie wonders, »at which college did you meet, Professor? Which is your Alma marter, KussKuss?«

The llama is leaning over the breakfast table to fish for another cookie from the cookie-jar with its' mouth and teeths.

»Don't be silly, Missy«, the animal smirks, »I am an animal, not a student. Who on this earth had ever heard of a camlid studying Archaeology or any other of the sciences?«

»But it can walk and talk«, Nigel says to no one in particular.

»Burnside and I met in a small and shabby pub at Islington. I had buckets over buckets of stale ale and good old Claude here had to help me with the bill or otherwise I would still be the pub-owner's beast of burden or dishwasher or entertainment playmate or something like that…«

The animal lays its' snout on Claude Sideburns' shoulder and bats its' eyelashes.

Hildegard coughs. And Gilbert turns to the wall with bookshelves to hide his giggling.

»But that is not worth talking about«, the co-called professor says trying to loosen and straighten the collar of his shirt at the same time.

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Today is Monday, the 23rd of January 2023.

A Pub in Winter

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 234

Today is Saturday, the 21st of January 2023.

The face of a cow - WOW !!!

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Do you know where this place lies?
That's the problem when you find a new place...
... - REPETITION - ...

"Blood Of Bromford"

I caught sight of my reflection
I caught it in the window
I saw the darkness in my heart
I saw the signs of my undoing
They had been there from the start

And the darkness still has work to do
The knotted chord′s untying
The heated and the holy
Oh, they're sitting there on high
So secure with everything they′re buying

(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(With the man in the woman)
(And the woman in the man)
(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(We wanted the union)
(Oh, the union of the woman)
(The woman and the man)

My grip is surely slipping
I think I've lost my hold
Yes, I think I've lost my hold
I cannot get insurance anymore
They don′t take credit, only gold

Is that a dagger or a crucifix I see
You hold so tightly in your hand?
And all the while the distance
Grows between you and me
I do not understand

(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(With the man in the woman)
(And the woman in the man)
(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(We wanted the union)
(Oh, the union of the woman)
(The woman and the man)

At my request, you take me in
In that tenderness, I am floating away
No certainty, nothing to rely on
Holding still for a moment
What a moment this is
Oh, for a moment of forgetting
A moment of bliss
Hey-ey

I can hear the distant thunder
Of a million unheard souls
Of a million unheard souls
Watch each one reach for creature comfort
For the filling of their holes

(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(With the man in the woman)
(And the woman in the man)
(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(We wanted the union)
(Of the woman and the man)

(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(I feel the man in the woman)
(And the woman in the man)
(In the blood of Bromford)
(Lie the woman and the man)
(I feel the man in the woman)
(And the woman in the man)

(In the blood of Bromford)
We have done everything we can (We have done everything we can)
In the blood of Bromford (In the blood of Bromford)
So we end as we began (So we end as we began)
With the man in the woman (With the man in the woman)
And the woman in the man (And the woman in the man)
It was all for the union (It was all for the union)
Oh, the union of the woman (Oh, the union of the woman)
The woman and the man (The woman and the man)

D ads ...

As I enter the library my companions are sitting around a round table in the middle of the room, eating and drinking and chattering.

The are having a very English breakfast with fried eggs, bacon, sausages, baked beans, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, buttered toast with jam or marmalade.

»They are devouring all our supllies«, I can hear an elderly woman with grey hair in an apron whisper to Gilbert, the butler, »and the supermarket will not open until tomorrow morning. He could have warned me that there would guests.«

The two of them are standing next to the door by the window, nodding in my direction as they notice me.

»Hildegard!« Professor Sideburns suddenly shouts out waving an empty teapot in the direction of the elderly woman. »We need more tea. Bring us more tea.«

»As you wish, master«, the woman says sarcastically. »I am running, I am flying. I kept the kettle boiling in the kitchen.«

»Well, well, well.«

Professor Sideburns is smuging self-satisfied.

»Mr. Bibble, take a seat or a look around the library first. As you wish.«

And the library really is a library, not very big but crammed with shelves at the walls and tables filles with books and papers and maybe pergaments. I wonder why the archaelogy professor chose this room to sit down for breakfast. The others don't really have much space to twist and turn.

On a wooden stand like a music stand between two windows at the outside wall I can spot our green treasure map. The numbers and arrows are gone. It now shows shapes and forms of an island with mountains and rivers, again.

»Let me place this seat here for you.«

Professor Sideburns is moving a piano stool from the piano to the table. A piano? Yes, as small as this room is, there is also a black piano next to the round table.

But I am not sure whether I am feeling like having breakfast right now. My eyes are wandering from the treasure map on its' wooden stand through the windows to the meadows outside the castle.

Sheep. They are still watching us. And haven't they come nearer in the meantime? What are they up to?

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Today is Sunday, the 15th of January 2023.

Breakfast in England

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 233

Today is Thursday, the 12th of January 2023.

Then the fox put on a mask and became a cat burglar... ehm killer racoon fish?

ANIMALS THERE ARE ANIMALS EVERYWHERE !!!

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"Echoes Of Bromford"

I′ve been driving

On the highway

That leads to my hometown

All the memories

Buried inside me

I'm diggin′ up like treasure in the ground

My father told me

As I grew older

To keep on finding faces in the clouds

Dance with mystery

And as you hold her

She may whisper her secrets through the shroud

And I am listening now

A change is calling out

I can feel it's breath

My fears are falling down

Right to their death

May they rest

We're telling stories

Left in the distance

That touch that longing deep inside

Echoes of Bromford

Our cries for freedom

They will lead us to that City glorified

Oh, I don′t want to hide

A change is calling out

I can feel it′s breath

My fears are falling down

Right to their death

May they rest

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 232

 

Today is Wednesday, the 4th of January 2023.

Happy new year, world, said the fox to the ox.
Have you seen the scarf for the giraffe?

But the scarf for the giraffe was far too large.
And a Docteur just mocked her.


What was I talking about?

I give anything for a bad rhyme...

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"Leaving Bromford"

Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street
Not that I care at all
I spent the best part of my losing streak
In an Army Jeep
For what I can't recall
Oh I'm banging on my TV set
And I check the odds
And I place my bet
I pour a drink
And I pull the blind
And I wonder what I'll find
I'm leaving Bromford
Lights so bright
Palm sweat blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Bromford
Leaving for good, for good
I'm leaving for good
I'm leaving for good

Used to be I could drive
Up to Barstow for the night
Find some crossroad trucker
To demonstrate his might
But these days it seems
Nowhere is far enough away
So I'm leaving Bromford today
I'm leaving Bromford
Oh, lights so bright
Blackjack on a Saturday night
I'm leaving Bromford
I'm leaving for good, for good

I'm standing in the middle of the desert
Waiting for my ship to come in
But now no joker, no jack, no king
Can take this loser hand
And make it win
I'm leaving Bromford
Oh, I'm leaving Bromford
For good, for good
Leaving Bromford

I quit my job as a dancer
At the Lido des Girls
And we're dealing blackjack until one or two
Such a muddy line between
The things you want
And the things you have to do
Oh, leaving Bromford
Lights so bright
Palm sweat blackjack
On a Saturday night
Leaving Bromford
I'm leaving for good
Oh, I'm leaving Bromford
And the lights so bright
Palm sweat blackjack
On a Saturday night
I'm leaving Bromford
I'm leaving for good, for good
Oh, I'm leaving Bromford
And the lights so bright
Leaving Bromford
And I won't be back
No, no
No, I won't be back
Not this time