little apropos: loveliness, gourouk, potatoes

probablyscotty, you are lovely.

binidj, so are you.

squintywitch you are lovely too, but consider; after gentle mockery when I sought images of Ugruk (that famous half-orc settlement on the west coast of Scotland) I got my pronunciation right and found one single image of the charming 30s town of Gourouk you described:

http://images.google.co.uk/images?hl=en&q=Gourouk&btnG=Google+Search&sa=N&tab=wi

Is there something you forgot to tell me?

larians, you are very lovely indeed, your organisation of our support for local farmers manifested rewards on the door step this morning. Yum to free-range uberfresh eggs, questionmark to yet more potatoes. Honey, we don't need any more potatoes. We can't take any more potatoes, unless we buy a loft conversion to house them. Our veg rack is swiftly becoming a resting place for geriatric tubers. In the universal game of illuminati, we are the potato mountain. When civilisation crumbles, we will have enough potatoes to feed the denizens of Greater Manchester and beat off hordes of zombies with the floury ones.

No more potatoes, OK? Don't make me beg.

Worm poetry

A lovely evening with evilwillow, larians and cyanidemigraine, punctuated by Ralik bringing in, of all things, great fat worms from the garden. Clearly his reign as the death of frogs has ended. This is a far more pathetic incarnation of destruction. How the mighty have fallen! He keeps putting them near my bootlaces; this is all going to end in tears.

But not for resident warlock and all round evildoer cyanidemigraine, whose delight at my chagrin was unbounded. He did nothing to allay my fears that the 240 inhabitants of my wormery, long feared dead, are in fact alive, resentful and determined to make their way into the house. So for him and because I can, behold! From the pen of William Blake, I bring you:

( Poetry of the Worm )

Ah, but you may have known that one. This next is about one who feels her existance has no meaning. Lilies, clouds and others try to help her get over her angst. In the end, it comes down to worm wisdom. I quote in part here, forgive me, Will!!

( Quotes from The Book of Thel )