Doom from below

Ordered from the new Chinese takeaway last night to great effect...the food was - I think - quite good. There was much sacramental wine imbibation so my memory is slightly skewed, but a general feeling of satisfaction is at the front of my mind this morning when I think about my king prawns. The only problem I face now is the looseness of bowels that plagues me after I have eaten fine food. My emissions are currently preventing the Brothers from entering the Doxology unit and, until I evacuate my bowels, they refuse to move through the days orders despite the Bishop's attempted intervention. My faithful laptop allows me to record all this information! A truly wondrous affair.

The brown bean

We move ever closer to a potential coffee-roasting collaboration. August may well be the month that finally swings us towards an involvement of sorts, and excitement is beginning to mount. Just two days ago I burned some pine nuts whilst trying to toast them, and I swear they looked like dinky coffee beans! It was as much as I could do to stop myself hyper-ventilating.

In other affairs, the Conservative canditate for the island was cruelly flogged and made to eat his manifesto. I hate to be seen as the instigator, but it's fair to say there would have been no trouble if I hadn't flipped. We eagerly await the Lib Dem and the Labour candidates...

The sunflowers have sprouted, as has the rucola! Small blessings in a dirty world.

Foobar

Beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeep! Eat my anus.