Have you ever been so bored with your blog, that you’ve felt the urge to stick a stuffed hedgehog at the top of it? No? Em. Ok then. Must just be me.
Have you ever been so bored with your blog, that you’ve felt the urge to stick a stuffed hedgehog at the top of it? No? Em. Ok then. Must just be me.
Saturday, January 21st, 2006 at 4:08 pm
February 7th, 2006 at 7:59 am
Yesterday I managed to chip my favourite bone-china hedgehog cup, the one I normally drink coffee from. Now I am confronted with Edgar Allan Poe’s sad mug on a mug instead.
This morning, there was an indistinct lump on the floor of the hallway. (Indistinct primarily because I am blind as a bat without lenses.) It turned out to be a stuffed hedgehog the cats had stolen from my, erm, stuffed hedgehog collection.
So imagine my surprise when I visit your weblog and see a stuffed hedgehog sitting up at the top. What’s next? Am I to encounter more hedgehogs when I go to my local for my usual Tuesday-night pints?
February 7th, 2006 at 10:31 pm
All signs point to yes. Just make sure the pints are of the Guinness variety and they total more than three.