Hi folks. Baz Barry Baritard Barrington here again, everybody’s favourite brown bear impersonator. Nelson is still trying to catch up. It’s his own fault for taking a couple of days off work. What a silly sausage.
My fishing trip down the Regent’s Canal with the one and only Dr Keith Moon ended in a splash and a crash. As usual Dr Keith arrived in his limo, fishing equipment in the back, all rods and a bucket of maggots - yummy. He needs to use his rod you see and I just use my hands. He was already smashed but he had with him a couple of bottles of whiskey and we rapidly shaved em off.
Dr Keith was sat with his rod in the water when he suddenly decided he wanted to go down to Soho to “get a face full of fat ass.” He got in his limo, started the engine and drove straight into the Regent’s Canal. What a silly man. I would have jumped in to rescue him but my bear suit is rather porous and I would have sunk like a big fat bear. I quickly left, he’ll be alright.
Oh blimey must go. Nelson is coming over to see what I’m doing. Is that a knife in your pocket Nelson or are you just happy to see me? Don’t tell him will you.
Kiss my furry face baby.
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I know how Dr Keith feels. It’s lovely weather up here in the provinces at the moment and one does find oneself wishing one had a big rod one could dangle in a little stream for an hour or two, see if anything bites.
Wash your mouth out you dirty boy.
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
You never can