A very strange night

After waking in the middle of the night. I was prevented from resuming normal somnulent inactivity by various aches and pains. Recourse was had to acetaminophen and codeine. The net result was a very weird night indeed. A good deal of it was spent driving around London in various vehicles trying to find a convenient point to dump three bodies into the Thames; said bodies having somewhat earlier become the victims of a rather nasty knife fight. There was a 12th century priory that had been turned into a sort of London Dungeon, frequent appearances of persons attempting to sell singularly inappropriate mobile phone plans and a game of cards with two Scotsmen suffering from renal failure on the top deck of a London bus.

And people wonder why I steer clear of hallucinogens.

Pie cubed

During my brief lunchtime foray from the pension mines I noticed three establishments offering Shepherd's Pie as a daily special. All three were spelled differently. All three were wrong.

The mark of the beast

This post has no point except that it happens to be no. 666 in this journal. It is therefore most disrespectfully dedicated to The World Controller of Apocalypses in the hope that she has recovered from dentistry, frustrated piercings and jealousy brought on by the fact that I got to play with real alive baby kittens yesterday and she didn't!