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As we come back to the frontyard of Brompton Castle KussKuss, the llama, Claude Sideburns who is not a professor for archaelogy and his servants Hildegard and Gerald who might or might not be his parents are still or again fighting and discussing.

»You are a traitor, Burnside«, the llama yells. »You have stolen the green treasure map. And you are trying to get rid of us to have all the riches and wealth and treasures we will find on the sunken island of Greenlion all for yourself.«

»My dear animal«, Claude Sideburns tries to calm down the upset llama, »didn't we agree that something we call an artificial intelligence made up this story out of nothing. I might be an imposter because I am not a professor for archaelogy but I am no frauding traitor.«

»No lunch for you today, camel«, Hildegard, the housekeeper says, »if you don't stop insulting my son… ehm… I mean my master Claude.«

»See«, Gerald, the butler, also tries to calm down the situation, »I have already torn the sheets of paper. It was just a misleading and false internet research of mine.«

I am clearing my throat.

»Are we interrupting something here?«

»Bromford! Dude!«

»Demon sheep! Demon sheep!« Hildegard, the housekeeper and or mother of Claude Sideburns shouts out as she spots our new friend Mr Tumbleweed, the faun-sheep or sheep-faun or just pure faun…

Bored of the life in the City of Gold

He'd left and let nobody know.

Gone were the towers he had known from a child,

Alone with the dream of a life

He travelled the wide open road,

The blinkered arcade,

In search of another to share in his life.

Nowhere.

Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage

Beast that can talk, read the sign.

The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame

And questioned his story again.

But soon they grew bored of their prey

Beast that can talk?

More like a freak or publicity stunt.

Oh

No.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.

He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:

There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination

Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.

Let me take you there, show you a living story

Let me show you others such as me

Why did I ever leave?

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

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Today is Monday, the 30th of October 2023.

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E arpieces …

»Well, Bromford Bibble, looks like we have missed another chance.«

The black sheep has stopped turning around in circles and has gone back on all four legs again.

»My transformation has failed. Look, the Hunter's Moon has gone by. My magical powers are fainting and will be gone at new moon. I won't be able to turn into my real faun-self again before November's full-moon.«

»I am sorry«, Kylie says approaching the sheep, trying to pet its' wooly head.

»Don't be, female human and friend of Bromford«, the animal replies. »As you said, autumn has come. And I don't want to spend another winter in your world. Take me with you to the circle of stones. And help me to be prepared for the next full-moon. I want to go home.«

Kylie, Nigel and I are exchanging glances.

»Is this a new adventure?« Nigel asks.

»More like a sidequest«, says Kylie.

»And it won't be for your bad«, the black sheep who wants to be called Mr Tumbleweed, the faun, adds.

»Ok, let's go«, I say, »let's go back to the others.«

And still I can hear this ringing and singing in my head.

Bored of the life in the City of Gold

He'd left and let nobody know.

Gone were the towers he had known from a child,

Alone with the dream of a life

He travelled the wide open road,

The blinkered arcade,

In search of another to share in his life.

Nowhere.

Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage

Beast that can talk, read the sign.

The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame

And questioned his story again.

But soon they grew bored of their prey

Beast that can talk?

More like a freak or publicity stunt.

Oh

No.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.

He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:

There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination

Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.

Let me take you there, show you a living story

Let me show you others such as me

Why did I ever leave?

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

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    Today is Saturday, the 28th of October 2023.

Hunter's Moon

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 268

Today is Friday, the 27th of October 2023.

Oink, oink, said the clown.
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What? asked the cows and the pigs.

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"Comes Bromford Through The Smoke"

So does the ink dry out?
So does the singing mouth get sown up?
So does the new headline no longer reach the town?
So does the rosy fire of the horizon fade into dull grey?
While the trees out by the parking lot get greener with the rain
On a dazzling field of blue
She comes sailing into view
All around her engines screaming, guns unload
Comes Bromford through the smoke
Bromford through the smoke

But you were bigger than life
You were giant
You were earth-sized
And now you're mostly just your mind
And your dim eyes
And your fractured spine
And you sail into the great unknown
But you've got to go alone there
You can't even take your child or bride
But it's okay and she's crying
With her OS2U fleet
Anti-aircraft battery
She is occupied by eighteen hundred souls
Comes Bromford through the smoke
Bromford through the smoke

And this great big buzzing death hole swells
At the corner of the carpet
Nurses going in and out
Well they all just step around it
And the room is moving in so close
As some moments come in nearer
And your story's coming out so slow
But I come closer and can hear her
And she steams out Casco Bay
Part of Taskforce 58
And the young men board her, all love brave and bold
Comes Bromford through the smoke
Bromford through the smoke

She won't sink or run aground
She won't turn back, she won't back down
When you find her time to finally let go
Comes Bromford through the smoke
Bromford through the smoke

T ablets …

 
»Look, son. Autumn has come. The leaves of the laurel hedges have all gone yellow and brown and are falling off.«

»Mum, I hate to correct you, but laurel plants are evergreen. If the hedges on the Brompton Castle estates are losing all leaves during autumn and winter they are obviously not prunus laurocerasus, also known as cherry laurel, common laurel and sometimes English laurel in North America. Cherry laurel is an evergreen species of cherry - Prunus, native to regions bordering the Black Sea in southwestern Asia and southeastern Europe, from Albania and Bulgaria east through Turkey to the Caucasus Mountains and northern Iran.«

»That is why I sent you to college, Nigel. Does this mean you have finally picked your Major at college?«

»Cherry laurel has become naturalised widely. In some regions - such as the United Kingdom and the Pacific Northwest of North America, this species can be an invasive plant. Its rapid growth, coupled with its evergreen habit and its tolerance of drought and shade, often allow it to out-compete and kill off native plant species. It is spread by birds, through the seeds in their droppings.«

»Does not sound too good.«

»If I had a garden or park or something like that I would not plant cherry laurel hedges. They are kind of poisonous. Leaves and seed may cause severe discomfort to humans if ingested. The seeds contained within the cherries are poisonous like the rest of the plant, containing cyanogenic glycosides and amygdalin. This chemical composition is what gives the smell of almonds when the leaves are crushed. Laurel water, a distillation made from the plant, contains prussic acid - hydrogen cyanide - and other compounds and is toxic. They are no food for indigenous birds and other animals. Don't plant them in your parks and gardens unless you are living in the regions bordering the Black Sea. Don't plant anything invasive. Remember all the pain and damage the Giant Hogweed has caused throughout the years since Queen Victoria's times.«

»And yet the hedges of the hedge labyrinth here near Brompton Castle are losing their leaves.«

»And yet I have not chosen a Major in college, Mum. I am sorry.«

»Nigel!« I shout out. »Kylie! As much as I like your talk about botanical studies… DON'T YOU SEE THE MAGICAL TRANSFORMATION THAT IS GOING ON RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES ???«

Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence

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Today is Sunday, the 22nd of October 2023.

Invasive Plants

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 267

Today is Thursday, the 19th of October 2023.

Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo

said water buffalo to cousin cow...

Yo, cous, Yo!
Cow, cous, Cow!

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"Hollyhood to Bromford"

Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?
(The ride, the ride)
Yes black, where's my jewels at?
(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...)

Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo

Elle a toutes les qualités, mon grand défaut c'est de t'aimer...

This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's

Arrête, arrête ne me touche pas!...

It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing

Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE!
That cemetery gear (California, California)
I got my gun and nine from Bromfod, to your neck of the hood

True, true, yo Bromfod got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD
They hoppin, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
He a rap artist
("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)
I got my gun and nine from Bromfod, to your neck of the hood

Yo, Bromfod has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped through
while I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh... ing
The real is missing but the fraud is evident
ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn Paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(but that ain't right y'all)
DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)
That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)
I got my gun and nine from Bromfod, to your neck of the hood

Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight
Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight
Colours, put away your colours whoa, colours...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 266

Today is Wednesday, the 11th of October 2023.

Did you see Pitt? asked the ox.

Who is Pitt? asked the water buffalo.

It does not matter, replied the ox. I am talking about a Klingon castle.

What? asks the water buffalo. Are you spoiling today's quiz, ox?

We will never know.

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"Bromford"

Oh, I love the rain
And how the rain can turn
Shit into a rose
I overheard the TSA
Going through my clothes
As I wait
For her

I've always been afraid to sing
That's a little thing
Somehow, that's all I do
Strange as that seems
I've outlived my dreams

I empty my suitcase
In the street in the rain
Time slows like a new Van Gogh
Setting fire to the frame
Oh, I'm a flag where the wind won't blow

I'm a kid that never grows
My body lays, never taken away
Is it too true for me to know?
Oh, no
Am I gone
Before I go?

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 265

Today is Tuesday, the 3rd of October 2023.

October. Autumn. Last quarter of 2023 has begun.
Ox... Nothing left to say and write.

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"Bromford City Limits"

You said, I was Northern scum
I was wounded, baby
That's fighting talk where I'm from
And I'm not movin', baby

Spent my life, dancing with shadows in strobe lights
It's alright, everything mellows in sunlight

And now London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Bromford City limits
I'll never change

I've been runnin' nearly all my life
It left me broken, baby
And when the meter ran out on life
I used my tokens, baby

Spent my life, dancing with shadows in strobe lights
It's alright, everything mellows in sunlight


And now London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Bromford city limits
I'll never change

London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Bromford city limits
Will never change

I've been runnin' nearly all my life
It left me broken, baby
And when the meter ran out on life
I used my tokens, lady

You said, I was Northern scum
I was wounded, baby
That's fighting talk where I'm from
And I'm not movin', baby

London's got its gimmicks
And New York's had its minute
But Bromford city limits
I'll never change


I saw one transmission
On the television
Saying, I can't do my job
Well, I just kept dancin'
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never stop

I saw one transmission
On the television
Saying, I can't do my job
Well, I just keep dancin'
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never stop

I saw one transmission
On the television
Saying, I can't do my job
Well, I just keep dancin'
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never stop

I saw one transmission
On the television
Saying, I can't do my job
Well, I just keep dancin'
Don't hate me 'cause I'm handsome
And the beat will never stop