Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 505 & Part 506

 Today is Tuesday, the 13th of October 2026.

There was an Owl Festival in the City of Beer last weekend, Twenty-Five said, and all they had for a Grand prize was this hrududu.

We did not know you spoke Lapine, said the nineteen hares.

Spoke what?, asked the tawny owl.

The language of rabbits?, one of the smaller hares whispered.

'Read a lot.' as Susan Sontag said, said the owl. 'Expect something big, something exalting or deepening from a book. No book is worth reading that isn’t worth re-reading.'

And all cats said, WHAAAT?

And thirteen other pigs joined the five more cows, the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, 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"

I get high like Bromford
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow
But today, it′s too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I think that you were kind of mean (kind of mean, kind of mean)
You just replaced me in the scene (in the scene, in the scene)
I thought that we were evergreen (evergreen, evergreen)
Like a never-ending dream

Never been on the TV
Scratched me off of your CV
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
Never been so uneasy
Jealousy got me freaky
Out of my mind

So I get high like Bromford
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow
But today, it's too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I′m losing sleep all by myself
I'm wide awake and I just wonder how
You put my heart back on the shelf (back on the shelf)
Well, I'ma be a loner now

Never been on the TV
Scratched me off of your CV
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
Never been so uneasy
Jealousy got me freaky
Out of my mind

So I get high like Bromford
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow
But today, it′s too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Drownin′ in my sofa with my blood shot red eyes (ooh)
Ridin' rollercoaster ′til I see the sunrise

I get high like Bromford (I get high, I get high)
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow (I get high, I get high)
But today, it's too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I get high like Bromford
Bromford (yeah), Bromford (yeah), Bromford
I get high like Bromford
Bromford (yeah), Bromford (yeah), Bromford

"Time On Bromford"

What's behind your eyes makes you a star

I want to take my time on Bromford
And give it meaning
They say you get what you deserve
I know the feeling

Those dumb looks only get you so far
What's behind your eyes makes you a star

I'm gonna walk onto that stage like it's my destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apology
If tomorrow I should die, these are my memories
I'm gonna take this simple life and make history

I dream a fantasy
And then achieve it
Repeat the greatest lie
'Til they believe it

You and me, not gods, define us now
You come in screaming, leave in silence

Oh, I'm gonna walk onto that stage like it's my destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apology
If tomorrow I should die, these are my memories
I'm gonna take this simple life and make history

Let's fly higher than the mockingbirds
They won't touch us way up here
In the soul asylum of the universe
A man can disappear
Raise a glass to the dysfunctional
It's never ever too late
I feel like miracles are happening
If I could just get out the way

I want to take my time on Bromford
And give it meaning
They say you get what you deserve
I know the feeling, feeling, feeling

You've gotta walk onto that stage like it's your destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apology
If tomorrow you should die, these are your memories
You've gotta take this simple life and make history

How I Met My Mother ... Part 2

 
Every time I asked my Mum and Dad from whom I inherited my water pale eyes and my white skin they told me it ran in the family generations and generations ago for they had dark eyes, skin and hair.

They kept telling me that lie until that day my Dad answered my question by singing an old Genesis song.

"You're no son, you're no son of mine."

Imagine my surprise when my Mum joined the chorus when I turned to her.

"You're no son, you're no son of mine."

That was where and when the search for my Mum began. But how I finally met her is another story which should be told another time.

But the search for my mother ended here as well because none of this ever happened. Nothing ever happens. Nothing happens at all.

AND HAVE YOU FED THE FISH ???

And in five months, it's Christmas...

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Friday, the 9th of October 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 503 & Part 504

 

Today is Monday, the 5th of October 2026.

Leo Tolstoy said, 'If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.'

Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, tried to teach his followers.

Leo, the twenty-three lions wondered, isn't that Klingon for lion? Hey, guys. Hey, fellow-lions, I think this Toystol is one of us.

We would always prefer content to content, the fourteen foxes grinned.

And five more cows joined the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, 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"

Hey rusty sky
I've come to say goodbye
I see the hill, the sand
Where the angels tread
And as we drink and drown
Catch that mermaids sound
Rainy day sleep away
In the soft sand

I see you while you're sleeping
Drum my fingers
To the beat she's keeping
The soft parade, flowing
Drugged and tired
Thru that open door, yeah

Out of slavery
Out from the pouring rain
I don't know but I think
We've been here before
Wake me, so sullen
But sure
Things may go
But reoccur
That don't bother me no more
In the salt sand

I do feel you
Calling me
Coming thru
The soft parade flowing
Drugged and tired
Thru that open door yeah...
Bromford-Bromford-Bromford
If there's no sun out today
Bromford
Rainy day sleep it away

Hey rusty sky
I've come to say goodbye
I see the hill the sand
Where the angels tread
But as we drink and drown
Catch that mermaids sound
Rainy day sleep away
In the soft sand
Bromford

"Bromford Road"

Take me back to my Bromford road
Where the rain falls hard and the tear gas blows
I've been around the world and now I know
There ain't no place that smells like home

Down by the lake where I can grow

Take me back to the air so sweet
It smells like incense, sweat, and weed
I've been around the world and I trust my feet
To take me back where my old friends meet

Down by the lake where I can grow
Down by the lake where I can grow
Down by the lake where I can grow

Sirens in the dead of night
A boy got shot, oh, the mothers cry
We laid our flowers by the lake
God, He giveth, God, He takes

Take me back to the winter snow
To summer rain where grass can grow
Seasons come, let seasons go
There ain't no place that smells like
There ain't no place that feels like
There ain't no place that hurts like home

The Stand… Part 2

 
And the creepy pig skeleton prowls around the house
and spies out the weakest victims.
Oh horror!

Didn't it start just like that in Stephen King's THE STAND? Everyone thought it was a harmless sniffle, and in the end, half of humanity, if not more, was wiped out. And what can the poor little snouts do about it?

FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU!

And then this tragedy:
There were two black fish,
Who loved each other so much,
They couldn't get together,
|: The water was far too deep. :| 

Yet, no, the tragedy hidden behind it is a far more tragic one:

1. There were two king's children,
They loved each other so much
They couldn't come together
|: The water was too deep. :|

2. Oh dearest, canst thou swim?
Then do swim to me!
I want to light two candles
|: And they should shine for thee. :|

3. That one heard a deceitful nun
Who pretended to be asleep;
She put out the candles,
|: The boy drowned down in the deep. :|

4. It was on a Sunday morning
The people were all so glad
The king's daughter wasn't,
|: She was looking inside herself. :|

5. Oh mother, dearest mother,
My head hurts so much;
I want to go for a walk
|: Probably to the green sea. :|

6. The mother went to church
The daughter kept going her way;
She walked so long,
|: Until she found a fisherman. :|

7. Oh fisherman, dearest fisherman,
Doest thou want to earn big wages,
Then throw thy net in the water
|: And fish out the king's son for me. :|

8. He threw the net into the water
It went to the bottom;
The first fish he catches
|: That was the king's son. :|

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10. She took him in her arms
And kissed his dead mouth:
"Oh mouth, couldst thou speak
|: So my young heart would be healed. :|

11. She swung her coat around her
And jumped deep into the sea:
"Good night, my father and mother,
|: You'll never see me anymore. :|

12. One can hear little bells ringing,
And one can hear misery and sorrow;
Here lie two king's children,
|: Who are both dead. :|

...as the German folk song knows.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Thursday, the 1st of October 2026.

Win now!!! No joke!!! … Part 2

 
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Today is Tuesday, the 29th of September 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 501 & Part 502

 

Today is Sunday, the 27th of September 2026.

Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, woke up in the evening and found himself surrounded by the nine little red birds.

Did you notice that we passed the abandoned City of Centralia last week on our journey, our caravan to wherever we are going, wherever you are leading us, Twenty-Five, our leader, our guru? the red birds asked.

Kind of, the owl yawned. Mostly noticed the blocked streets and the smoke. But it looks like we got away unharmed. And I am glad that you did not bring up the name of the city last week. Would have been the first time one of our growing group was giving away one answer to the on-going city-song-quiz.

Weren't you afraid of the Centralia mine fire? the penguins asked.

The what? the chicks wanted to know.

The Centralia mine fire, the nine little red birds said, a coal-seam fire that has been burning in the labyrinth of abandoned coal mines underneath the borough of Centralia, Pennsylvania, United States, since at least May 27, 1962. Its original cause and start date are still a matter of debate. It is burning at depths of up to 300 feet over an 8-mile stretch of 3,700 acres. At its current rate, it could continue to burn for over 250 years. Due to the fire, Centralia was mostly abandoned in the 1980s. There were 1,500 residents at the time the fire is believed to have started, but as of 2017 Centralia has a population of 5 and most of the buildings have been demolished. Our grandmother told us all about it. She used to live there almost sixty years ago, before it got too hot.

Men invented fire, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys exclaimed, and they released it on nature.

I don't think that men invented fire, said the tawny owl, still yawning. They found it and they learned how to use it. But sometimes it gets out of control and cannot be extinguised for over 300 years.

Men are no Gods, they are Devils, exclaiming continued, by the six hear-no-evil-monkeys this time. They do invent and create only things to destroy nature.

Remember what David DeKok wrote in Unseen Danger: A Tragedy of People, Government, and the Centralia Mine Fire in University of Pennsylvania Press, 1986, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys added, 'This was a world where no human could live, hotter than the planet Mercury, its atmosphere as poisonous as Saturn's. At the heart of the fire, temperatures easily exceeded 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit. Lethal clouds of carbon monoxide and other gases swirled through the rock chambers.

That sounds like Hell. Don't Devils live in Hell? Aren't men your cousins? the chicks asked the monkeys. Aren't men your family?

But the monkeys had returned to doing what they could do best, see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil.

Will the Centralia Mine Fire burn our whole world?, all the chicks squeeked all alarmed.

Not tonight, said the fourteen hens trying hard to mother them chicks. And not tomorrow. As it has been for countless years, we will fall asleep tonight and wake up with the rising sun tomorrow.

The Sun, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, mumbled to himself, the great ball of fire in the sky. Or as Rumi once said, 'I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.'

And twenty-seven water buffaloes joined the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, 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 Is A Woman"

Bromford City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with the city so undressed
You had to go out cruising all the bars

Your business trip extended through the weekend
Suburban boy here for your first time
From the 27th floor above the Midtown roar
You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Endlessly

Bromford is a woman, she'll make you cry
But to her you're just another guy

Look down and see her ruined places
Smoke and ash still rising to the sky
She's happy that you're here but when you disappear
She won't know that you're gone to say goodbye

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Desperately

Bromford is a woman, she'll make you cry
But to her you're just another guy

"Bromford"

I know there is a place for us
I'll find it in between your thighs
Of that I'm sure

Bromford is not far from there
I wish you knew the way to go
But I won't stop

And I can't see you smile
I feel so blind
I close my eyes
And dream of a foreign tide
Then dive

The words once told by Critias
Breathe through the walls
Of this undersea passageway

The Utopia becomes a song
The whispered sounds that led me on
Turn loud and strong

Cause when I close my eyes
The water thrives
My teardrops dry
I can feel I'm close to your heart
This time

The waves they come to me
The waves they flow with me
They come to take me down

Will I ever reach the light?
Will it be easy to survive this tide?
Or woll I have to drown for the rest of my life?

If I could then I would
And I'd love you for all time
I love you for all time

For many years I've been so lost
And now I have the chance to find
Uncharted sands

The drowned ones sing victorious
As I'm about to join them in demersal grounds

And I still have no plan for the way out
I close my eyes
And dream of your foreign tide
Then dive

Full Corn Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 499 & Part 500

 

Full Corn 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

So cut me down to size
So I can fit inside
Lies that will divide
Us both in time

See the turncoat on his knees
The vagabond that no one sees
When that MOON stole your shadows
When you can't save the ones you caught in battle

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Today is Saturday, the 26th of September 2026
Full Corn Moon

»How old do you have to become to see your 500th full moon?« Twenty-Five, the tawny owl wondered. »Older than an average owl's life?«

But maybe today we are celebrating the 500th of something completely different.

»My caravan is waiting for me,« the tawny owl sighed and took off into another evening.

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"Bromford Girl"

The devil MOON took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil MOON took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world's right with me
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice

The light was going out, the MOON was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

"Bromford"

Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipstick, unmade bed
The mirror, on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they both turn backward
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and MOON will shadow
And the signpost cease to sign

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Oh, your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty...

Bon Automne, Bon Automne … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 497 & Part 498

 
Today is Wednesday, the 23rd of September 2026.
Bon Automne, Bon Automne …

Seasons in the sands, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl thinks, are running through my hands. Except I am an owl, and I don't have hands. Time is still slipping away, like sand through a hourglass. Still feeling down when the autumn has come …

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"Midnight In Bromford"

There's a whole lot of magic
When you're in Bromford
And I swear I've never seen
So many pretty women go by
And I can't stop from dancing
I'm spinning 'round like a clock
That's wound up too tight
I want to tell you 'bout all I see

Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I'm a little funky wearin' out my shoes
Don't mean anything unless I'm dancin' with you
Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

Donne mois ta main
Si je viens de loin
Je n'ai pas de remors te vouloir
Et te dsirer
Si je viens de loin
Moi je prux te parler de ma musique
Et parle moi de toi
Si tu veux me dire un jour bon quelque chose
J'ouvre un autre cot de ma vie et tu dpose
Si tu veux te sentir un moment comme moi
Tu regarde moi quand je danse avec toi

Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

Well, we'll have another bottle
Monsieur Luigi
So we can toast the AUTUMN
Since it's all around
And I'll always remember
Singing in the park
When the rain
Came down
I want to tell you 'bout all I see

Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I'm a little funky wearin' out my shoes
Don't mean anything unless I'm dancin' with you
Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

"Bromford And The Slipping Of The Sun"

If you have any checked bags, they will be brought to the front of the station
To get to the front, walk down to the south end of the platform and cross left at the crosswalk
That′ll put you right in front of the depot
Look for a sign that says "Baggage Claim"
You should have your claim check handy to show the clerk
Give them a few minutes to get your bags to the front

If anyone is in need of a ride to the front of the station
Red Cap service will be provided on the platform
We do have one group that is going to go first
If you do need Red Cap service to arrive at the front
They will come back and pick you up on the platform and take you to the front of the station
Taxi cabs are located on the center boulevard in front of the depot

Bromford
Oh, ocean now, I come again before you
Rode along with you
In the slipping of the sun
Sun on dreamers
Repeat the faithful once again
Like water on the mountains, that
It's the slipping of the sun

Money is blank
Three days to go
This AUTUMN begins to focus
North claims the imperial throne totem
Fantastic
Dreams, lakes
Mountains
Fantastic

Ghosttown … Part 2

 
I nearly lost my sense of balance because I nearly lost my ears. I didn't lose another year, just another ear because of the big bang right next to it. Am I Vincent van Gogh?

Bromford is as quiet and empty as it has been over the last few days.

The blinding sunshine has disappeared. Instead, a humid warmth now hangs over the city, and fog and rain have returned. It isn’t autumn weather just yet, but something is brewing. And above it all is this unnatural silence. Are there really other people around me, or am I stranded in a ghost town once again? Are those really a real trombone and an actual piano sending their fragments of sound through the night? Perhaps they are just endless loops again, generated by a cruel and misanthropic computer trying to drive me insane with its programming.

Romeo and Juliet are not doing well.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Monday, the 21st of September 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 495 & Part 496

 

Today is Saturday, the 19th of September 2026.

If rhinoceros become hippopotamuses when they lose their horns, the nineteen stunt cats wanted to know, what do unicorns become when they lose theirs?

Who says rhinoceros become hippopotamuses when they lose their horns?, the tawny owl asked confused. I think that never happened before.

The thirty-one grinning cats said that, said the nineteen stunt cats, and we always believe what the thirty-one grinning cats say. Otherwise they would not be grinning.

Can oxen do bullfights?, out of the blue the grinning cats wanted to know, but they were only asking for the twelve hipster-cats, as they later admitted, after all the cats broke into a weird and annoying song.

There must have been something in their water or in their catnip, the tawny owl thought, or as Johann Wolfgang von Goethe once said, 'We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe'. And I think unicorns become white mares when they lose their horns.

And nineteen oxen joined the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, 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"

I offer myself to you
Though I am a broken thing
A cardinal with severed wing

In morning to hide my face
Though I am a sunderer
Guised in maternal grace

Heir to a crippled ground
My little Elysium
My god how I've let you down

Let me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to you

We burn like Bromford
Lost in the ash below
Hoping to find a home

So far may you run from me
To cities with living leaves
No fire to fear beneath

"Song For Bromford"

I′m gonna write you a song
For Bromford's dawn
For Bromford′s dawn
The rosy fingered one
Rosy fingered one

I'll have to ride a white swan
When Bromford's gone
When Bromford′s gone
Riding on and on and on and on

The 20th. Century boy
He′s just a blow up toy
Just a blow up toy, the 20th. Century boy
Just a blow up toy

You can give hot love
With a soft kid glove
With a leather glove
With a leather glove, black leather glove

Are you a Cosmic Dancer
Or just a Necromancer?
Necromancing, cosmic dancing
Necromancing

In the Melba Sun
You're the peachy one
Come on

Well there′s a wildness in you
And you're an untamed youth
With your rosy fingered dawn
And the blues in your shoes

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I′ll be a revolution machine

I'm a labourer of love
In my Persian gloves
I′m a two penny prince
I'll give you all my love
For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

I′m gonna hang my head
In the valley of rain
I′m gonna charge like a ram
I'm gonna fly like a plane

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I′ll be a revolution machine

Well Telegram Sam
With a frog in her hand
It ain't no use
Like Dr. Seuss it ain′t no use

Life's a gas
But we know it won′t last
We know it won't last but life's a blast
Life′s a blast

And that revolution
Is circumlocution
You won′t fool me
You won't fool me, you don′t fool me

My American Woman
With a wand in her hand
With a wand in her hand
A wand in her hand a wandering the land

My Mystic Lady
Well she drives me crazy

Drives me crazy
Mystic Lady, lipstick baby

And my Planet Queen
Has orbital dreams

I have a wildness for you
And a powder keg leg
Gonna catch a bright star
And place it on your head

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

Your lips are like lightning
And my heart′s all pain
Well, you can tear a plane
In the crocodile rain

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

Now I′m all alone
Without a telephone
Give me the remote
I'll turn it on

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

Well you slide so good
With your bones so fair
Just sitting there
In your discipline chair

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I′ll be a revolution machine
I′ll be a revolution machine

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 493 & Part 494

Today is Friday, the 11th of September 2026.

Paradise is a ghost town in Queensland, Australia, now inundated by Lake Paradise, Twenty-Five the tawny owl sighed.

Are you thinking about paradise?, asked the assistance dog. And if so, why?

We have heard a song called Gangsta's Paradise, the twenty-seven hacker cats whispered with a mischievous grin.

Shhhhh, the owl shushed them. Too many cities and places, too many songs. Too many combinations of both.

After War and Stone we are ignoring Paradise, now?, asked the guide dogs.

It is like it is, Twenty-Five said vaguely. And Jorge Luis Borges said, 'I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.'

And eleven hippopotamuses joined the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, 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 Baby"

Yeah, Bromford, baby
Alright
Uh-huh
Oh yeah, Bromford, baby
Alright


Oh, we're in Bromford, baby, we're shakin' and lazy
We're ridin' up in the clouds tonight
And we dive to the bottom of the ocean
I wear a yellow submarine that rolls us deep into the night
Oh, I'm sick in the head, I haven't been to bed
'Cause that little kid came and took me away
Oh, she got them honey bones and she's meltin' me down
As she moves across the floor, my heart falls heavy to the ground, baby


They only believе me when I'm tellin' liеs
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes
Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-uh)
They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright)
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright)
Yeah, their Friday eyes

Yeah, we hit the beach with a cool carton of cold ones
And we're rollin' with our friend Mary Jane
I look over and I see it groovin'
To the tunes as you lower your shades
I love the way you move, my little gun-slingin' girl
I love the way you're proper funkin' on my world
I see the palm trees swayin' back and forth
I got that lovesick thing rollin' 'round my brain, baby


They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes
Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-huh)
They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright)
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright)
Yeah, their Friday eyes

They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes
Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-huh)
They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright)
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright)
Yeah, their Friday eyes

Nights!

"Oh, Bromford"

Oh, me
Oh, my
In your arms I'm not alone
We all need family walkin' around Bromford

Some folks, they get nervous when they hear of a change
Some people, they put their faith in Jesus
Some girls make big mistakes
and fall for boys that dream
But that ain't so obscene to me

Oh, me
Oh, my
In your arms I'm not alone
We all need family walkin' around Bromford

This lane, it lets everyone in
so take your place
my well's full of wishes that I can't keep
you caught me thinking
that you would still love me
imagine how we'd sing, oh the sound

Oh, my
Oh, my
in your arms I'm not alone
we all need family walkin' around Bromford

Sloppiness !!! … Part 2

 
The blog is barely a week old, and Bromford Bibble is already starting to slack off - simply skipping a whole day, letting an entire Saturday pass without blogging. Maybe the world will end on a Sunday after all, following a Saturday where it had to live without intelligent posts from Bromford Bibble?

But as it seems, I’m still blogging under the complete exclusion of the world public for my own purely private amusement, so nobody will care that I haven't shown any sign of life for an entire day. The internet is and remains the most public place in the world - the largest community in the world - which, at the same time, totally lonelinesses and isolates its members. Someone should write a scientific paper about it.

Note to self: End the experiment with the fish; instead, view the internet as a goldfish bowl and write a doctoral thesis on it. Yes, I think that's the best idea I've had in years. That, and my plans for world domination.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 6th of September 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 491 & Part 492

 

Today is Thursday, the 3rd of September 2026.

A circle of stones on the head of the hill.
Tonight is when it will be.

Is that the beginning of an African saying? asked the poodles.

Not that I knew, answered the tawny owl. Why are you asking?

Because of our latest guests, answered the poodles , the great grey ones over there.

Elefants? asked all twenty-five normal cats.

Rhinoceros, said three rhinoceros.

Nice to meet you, African cousins, whispered the six unicorns.

Elegance runs in the family, bellowed the rhinos.

And what about the circle of stones on the head of the hill and tonight? asked one of the leopards.

We will never know, sighed Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, but Jim Morrison said, 'If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.'

The Doors of Perception, twenty-six deer nodded knowingly.

And three rhinoceros joined the twenty-six deer the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, 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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"Last Train From Bromford"

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Last train from Bromford
See how the platform is heaving

Who's on that train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Who's on that train from Bromford?
All of humanity fleeing

I heard God himself
Was on the last train from Bromford
From Bromford
God himself was on the last train
Frightened by all he was seeing

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
There's a last train from Bromford
All of humanity grieving

"Saint Bromford"

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome
Saint Bromford
With your body in different places
You truly are without a home

Breathe for me
Breathe for me
Breathe for me now
I said reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me now
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we saw the decay
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Dream for me
Would you dream for me
Dream for
Dream for me now
Oh would you steal for me
Would you steal for me
Everything's turned upside down
There's beauty in silence
There's beauty inside of the pain
Inside the pain
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we lost a decade
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Her beauty's in silence
And the truths in her face
I looked for her guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome

Tuesday … Part 2

 
I'm too tired to type anything.

Swing-time is good time, good time is better time...

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Tuesday, the 1st of September 2026.

Sturgeon Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 489 & Part 490

 

Sturgeon 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

So cut me down to size
So I can fit inside
Lies that will divide
Us both in time

See the turncoat on his knees
The vagabond that no one sees

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Today is Friday, the 28th of August 2026.
Sturgeon Moon

Only under full moons you can hear the tawny owls sing.

»The Lark in the Morning, The Cuckoo in her Nest.«
»The Raccoon in her Room.«
»The Raccoon under the Sturgeon Moon.«

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"Bromford Hat"

Barbershop blues
You were a choir girl next to me
With the red walls I built around my ribs
And my burnt-out factory teeth
Wax your legs before the screen test red brick woman
Big smiles and the rest all sparkling wine

I was a prophet with no country
I was riddled with acne
Bugging airport security
Guitar case full of cables
You were pigeon-feathered French
Peach schnapps and menthol cigarettes
Redbreast robins and roses on your dress
Cross-legged beer-bellied like murder underneath the table

You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
Coming in out of the rain into the kitchen as the kettle starts to steam

Smoking Red West in the street wet with the rain
And you in the blue car in your Bromford hat again
And it rains too on the hedgerows in the suburbs
Headlights frazzle in the puddles on the country road in the middle of the night
And it shows in your eyes, blue MOON
Keep on shining down

You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
He's like me, we don't need a lot of drama just to feel alive

 

 

 

 

"Bromford"

When I think back to that morning in Bromford
My heart starts to ache
Sitting in the shade of the hire car
Throwing stones in to the lake

We didn't know that life would throw
A little more than we could take
If I ever get back to Bromford
I won't make the same mistake

Do you remember the water on our skin?
Cold as ice and sweet as gin
Drunk on love and life, yeah
We drank the whole thing down

I remember the soft summer air
And the golden sunlight in your hair
Singing and laughing
Driving the coast road down
To Bromford

Do you remember that evening in Bromford
Walking down by the pier
Sun going down to the piano man
And the MOON shining down so clear

Drinking wine and feeling fine
Oh and we had no idea
If I ever get back to Bromford
I'll have one for you my dear

Do you remember the water to that night?
Shimmering under the restaurant lights
Drunk on love and life, yeah
We drank the whole thing down

I remember the magic in the air
The silver MOONlight in your hair
Making love
And sleeping safe and sound
In Bromford

Life moves fast and years have passed
Now I'm living on my own
I see you now and again through mutual friends
Though I know that bird has flown

Sitting on the couch in this big old house
And I've never felt so alone
If I ever get back to Bromford
I might not make it home
If I ever get back to Bromford
I might not come home

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 487 & Part 488

 Today is Wednesday, the 26th of August 2026.

'What labels me, negates me.' said Søren Kierkegaard, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl.

Søren is a comfy couch by IDEA, the world's largest furniture retailer since 2008, said one of the frogs, and Kierkegaard a matching coffee table.

You are an amphibian, said the raccoons, what do you know about couches and coffee tables?

Couches and coffee tables make my nest cozy and classy, said the frog. Thank you, IDEA. Thank you.

The lark in the morning, the frog in her nest…, the raccoons yawned.

Søren Kierkegaard is not a couch nor a coffee table, Twenty-Five complained. And it is the lark in the morning and the cuckoo in her nest.

Poor lark, the raccoons had almost fallen asleep. Better a raccoon in her room then a cuckoo in her nest…

And twenty-six deer joined the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, 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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"Vincent & Bromford"

Vincent and Bromford
Won′t come home today
NY Waldorf Astoria
On the roof they sway
Life falls into oblivion
Their fear is far away
And the wind blows down 5th Avenue
Together they will stay
Today's the day

Oh oh oh ...
When things become impossible
And even angels cry
There′s one way left to keep the love
This is no goodbye
Eyes up to the sky
Cause all beauty must die

Surf & turf and chardonnay
On daddy's credit card
The perfect meal, the perfect day
Noone will tear apart
Vincent and Bromford
Their checkout is delayed
Two towels on the bathroom floor
Eternity can't wait

... too late

Oh oh oh ...

"Bonjour Bromford"

Pitié, pitié
Un sous, un bout de pain
Pitié, pitié
Pour tous ceux qui n'ont rien
Pitié, pitié
Un sous pour vous c'est peu
Pitié, pitié
Vous prêtez au bon Dieu!

Bonjour Bromford, c'est moi Gavroche!
Je suis plus un mioche, qu'on se le dise
Je vis dans la rue avec les cloches
Je vais ni à l'école, ni à l'église

J'ai pas de blé, mais je me fais pas de bile
Y'a de l'oseille dans tout Bromford
Ici, tu sais, chacun fait son persil
Un jour on fauche, l'autre on mendie
On est libres, on décide
Suivez-moi, suivez le guide!

Pitié, pitié
Un sous, un bout dе pain
Pitié, pitié
Pour tous ceux qui n'ont rien

Où est-cе que tu te crois?
C'est chacune sa gâche
Si tu es nouvelle, ici
Y'a pas de place pour toi!

Écoute, vielle sorcière!
Écoute, vielle chouette!
Moi je donne au moins
Un peu de plaisir à qui m'achète

Ce que tu donnes surtout
C'est la petite vérole
Que tu colles de l'un à l'autre
Des gnasses que tu racoles

Lâche cette vieille guenon!
L'a le grelot qui grince!
Elle fait plus un rond depuis qu'elle a chopé la chaude-pince

Quand est-ce qu'on croquera un bout du gâteau?
Faudra qu'y partagent un beau jour parce que trop c'est trop!
Ça viendra, ça viendra, ça viendra
Ça viendra, ça viendra, ça viendra

Heureusement que chez les gens de la haute
Y en a un qui regarde en bas

Un seul, le général Lamarque
La voix de ceux qui n'en ont pas

Briffer nos moutards, crécher sous un toit
Et si Dieu le veut, enfin ne plus crever de froid

Par le nom du seigneur

En son nom
En son nom
En son nom

Lamarque s'éteint
Il est malade
Il n'en a plus pour très longtemps

Avec l'émeute déjà qui gronde
Bromford ressemble à un volcan
Prêt à vomir la lave de sa colère
Enfin révolutionnaire

Pitié, pitié
Un sous, un bout de pain
Pitié, pitié
Pour ceux qui n'ont plus rien

Bloggeritis … Part 2

 

In the end we always end up exactly where we never wanted to be in the first place.
Moi Myself, July 2009

Have I actually mentioned how repulsive this whole rampant self‑presentation craze — let’s call it bloggeritis — is to me? Every person, whether they have anything to say or not, has their own blog or homepage and pollutes the internet environment with their thought‑garbage. Not to mention MySpace, Facebook, YouTube, ICQ, Twitter accounts and pages and whatever else. Doesn’t anybody have a real life anymore? Or is life in general virtual and online these days?

So why am I writing this blog? Who cares? I don’t have anything to say. My message is nothing. And you won’t get any personal information about me, myself and I. Bromford Bibble certainly isn’t my real name. I invented myself. It’s just for fun and to explore how long I can keep my focus on this. And I want to find out how long I can keep this upright. Can I fill the labels with every day of the week? How many posts in a row? And on which day of the week will I post the most posts? And why English? Nobody knows. Maybe in a former life I was an English butler or an American teenage werewolf. Who knows?

And what else is new in the world? Houses are sinking into former open‑cast brown‑coal mines and future recreational areas, while at the same time dozens of cars on German highways crash into each other in holiday traffic as if pulled together by magnets. If that’s not a sign of the approaching end of the world, then I don’t know what is.

But always remember:
The answer to life, the universe and everything is still and forever
42.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Monday, the 24th of August 2026.