The story so far....

It all started at a Premier Inn. There was darkness, a strange smell and a fusty fur coat inside a tall wardrobe. An old dairy was found there containing an amazing blip.... Then things took a turn with the introduction of a tardy apologetic blipper who had contracted genital warts from some Anatolian dwarves... Apparently they collected used condoms which they purchased from ME (moi? thanks mrchaddy...) while I was in Iraq.

As the afternoon progressed and turned into evening, the effects of the wine started to be very obvious... there was talk of postmodernism, a couple of names were dropped (sorry Jane Whithers hahaha and Mrs Eileen Barker...) and there were faithless cock warts, wet dogs, a distorted grub worm and even a crab.

There was some hope and hopeful messages (for those who drinking makes mellow...) and then it finished with a metaphysical question who knows WHY we are all here...

So the en(d)?

It's up to you, blippers... If you want to carry on, knock yourselves out...

Oh, and thanks to all of you blippers who took the time to come to visit and contribute! Special thanks to Picture Poems for getting the ball rolling. It may not have happened without her help! X

It started here