Treasure of Gold and Silver …

Today is Friday, the 31st of May 2019.

Kylie is calling from Montana.

We have met a girl called Hannah Montana, the llama says.

No, we have not, Kylie says.

So, her name was Alaska Nebraska, the llama asks.

No, Kylie says, her name was Helena of Troy and she had a beautiful horse.

And there was this guy called Paris, the llama says. He had to throw a poisoned apple to decide whether Helena or Snow White was the most beautiful of the old Greek Godesses. But the horse that was called Mr Ed ate the apple and was able to sing and dance afterwards.

No way, I say.

Believe it or not, Bromford Bibble, Kylie says, but Horses is the best musical that I have ever seen live on stage.

Oro y Plata, the llama calls out in a singing tone.

Whatever, Kylie says, only ten states left to go. Are you ready for our triumphant homecoming, Bromford?

Sasquatch, the llama shouts, Bigfoot named this piece of land. The name Montana comes from the Spanish word Montaña, which in turn comes from the Latin word Montanea, meaning "mountain", or more broadly, "mountainous country".

Things are getting weirder, I say.

If only you could see the llama dance the Fandango, Kylie sighs.

Freedom for Troyian horses, the llama cries out, freedom for the buffaloes.

I have got a headache, Kylie says.

Until next time, I say but it sounds like a question.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 61

Today is Thursday, the 30th of May 2019.
The Ascension of Christ.

Tell me are you a believer? Are you a Christian child?

"Bromford"

There's a ship

And it sails a sea of light

On its way to me tonight

From a distant shore

Taking me home once more

And the waves

And the whistling of the wind

Make me come alive again

My destiny's at my door

Going to leave this town forever

And go where I'll never

Nead an overcoat no more, where they cry ...

Ooh lalalala, every night and every day

Sitting by the Gulf coast just a thousand miles away

Where they cry ...

Ooh lalalala, on an island I will dwell

Starlit nights in paradise on the Isle of Bromford

There's a girl

And I see her dressed in white

As she lies there in the night

I can hear her cry

Where has he gone and why

But she knows

That someday he will arrive

And it keeps her love alive

Dreams can never die

She looks across the ocean

At sails in motion

In the early morning sky, where they cry ...

Angels of the water, sirens of the sea

Whispering there sweet love songs

Calling out to me

Tired of Thinking ...

Today is Monday, the 27th of May 2019.

I am tired of the United States, the llama cries. And don't you dare calling from another state, Kylie-Smilie!

Come down, animal, Kylie says. And have a drink. Here, take a "Fuerst Bismarck".

Looks like water, the llama says.

Tastes like water, Kylie says.

The llama drinks. And this is about the second time you have seen the llama breathing fire.