Bromford and Meerkat …

 

"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."

The llama looks confused.

»What is it with you again, dude? Why are you reciting poems or something like that? A poem that doesn't even rhyme? Really?«

Kneeling on my hind-legs, upper body erect, I turn my head quickly from side to side. Always alert, always on the lookout.

»I am on watch«, I say, »with my new friend, Meer, the Kat. Always alert, always on the lookout. All for the greater good of the colony.«

The meerkat's head also turns from side to side. Erect on its' hind legs it seems to be kind of nervous.

»I prefer the term pack instead of colony«, the meerkat whispers. »My pack is one of thirty individuals. To be honest, this pack here is too small for my taste. What is it? A human, a llama and me? A pack of three. Way to small.«

»It would be just the two of us«, I say. »The llama will move out sooner or later once you became my new animal companion.«

»A pack of two individuals?« The meerkat is outraged. »Way too small. Sorry, not with me. If you like call it a colony or a club. And what was that talk about not taking wives and not fathering children? Sorry, I am out. I have to decline your offer.«

And very quickly and on all four legs the little mongoose is leaving the penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

»Hakuna matata, dude«, the llama sighs. »Keep your head up, my warthog-friend. Why don't you just finally give it up? You have already got the bestest animal companion you can have, dude.«

»August is a heavy month«, I say very deeply.

»And seemingly never ending«, the llama adds.

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Today is Saturday, the 30th of August, 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 383 & Part 384

 

Today is Wednesday, the 27th of August, 2025. 

Time is an illusion, said Albert Einstein, said the tawny owl.

Write that in your BlockBlog, said one hacker cat to the other.

I'm not a hacker cat, said the other cat. I am a ninja-cat.

Don't believe her, said the eleven ninja-cats, she is not a ninja-cat. 

But no-one could see or hear them in their secret disguise.

Hacker cats, one of the stunt cat remarked, are a myth. Cats cannot work computers and not solve murder mystery crimes. There are no such things as detective cats.

But despite all of this twenty-seven hacker cats joined 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"

One, two, three, four

Watching this go by, you get a notion in your head
You′re going nowhere
I'm sure you′ve felt that way too
Don't the good times fly?
You'll be a long time dead
If life′s for living, it′s up to you
Let's dance!
Romance, find Bromford, beyond the mountains of the moon
No fears!
No tears
You pay the piper, you call the tune
Believing yet to reach where sky and water meet
That far horizon, the line that never seems to rest
The closer I get to it, the faster it retreats
I′m walking slowly into the west
Let's dance!
Romance, find Bromford, beyond the mountains of the moon
No fears!
No, no tears
You pay the piper, you call the tune

Let′s dance!
Romance, find Bromford, beyond the mountains of the moon
No fears!
No, no tears
You pay the piper, you call the tune

Find Bromford, beyond the mountains of the moon

"Bromford City"

You′ve got a best friend, don't know how
You′ve got a best friend now
You've got a best friend, don't know how
You′ve got a best friend now

You can take him out for drinks
And if he stinks makes you think
Maybe baby, I love you more

But I′ve gotta have some friends when
You're gone for to hear me cry
Don′t I

You've got a best friend, don′t know how
You've got a best friend Monday morning comes,
Don′t leave me now

Woke up this morning, don't know what I said
Now I'm walking ′round in circles, baby, bread in my head
They say Bromford′s the place to be
But can you get me there for free?

There's always a tunnel at the end of the line
You can wear it back to 1929
Cause if you never see me again, I′ll leave all the cash that I can

Buy yourself a drink and if it stinks makes you think
Maybe baby, I love you more
But I've gotta have some friends when you′re gone for to hear me cry
Don't I?

You′ve got a best friend don't know how
You've got a best friend now
You've got a best friend now
You've got a best friend now
You've got a best friend now

You've got a best friend now

 

  

Bromford and Hippogriff …

 

»When I went to school my very big, if not to say giant teacher told me I had to be very carefull and polite to this magical creature. Otherwise it would tear me apart with its' hard and sharp beak.«

»What kind of creature is this?« the llama asks.

I take a closer look at the picture.

»Looks like an oversized eagle and some feathered being with too many wings«, I wonder. »But it may be one magical creature being torn apart. Somehow the tail has lost its' frontend or the front part has lost its' tail. It's magic. All is magic.«

»The title of today's BlockBlog post says 'Hippogriff'«, says the llama. »You cannot have a hippogriff as your new animal companion in the penthouse apartment. A hippogriff is not real. But I wasn't talking about the bird in the picture. I wanted to know what kind of creature the dude in the blue and white shirt was.«

»I cannot believe it. I cannot accept it. After all these walking and talking animals I am not allowed to have a hippogriff? What would my old professor for Care of Magical Creatures would say about that?«

»Walking and talking animals?« The llama is heavily rolling its' eyes. »Where have you gone to school? Hogwash School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Come back to earth, dude! Wake up! This is reality. This is the real world. This is life in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, these days.«

Sunday mornings, I think, are always quite challenging to reality.

»And what are you up to today, animal?« I ask the llama.

»It's time for my yearly CAPTCHA.«

»Your what, animal?«

And the llama says, »My yearly Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart.«

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Today is Sunday, the 24th of August, 2025.