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Rainbowpilchardtree questing
Posted Jan 23, 2001
As the lentiljuice faded from the sky this morning, and the great orange jelly that is the sun rose higher, I came across a travelling band of pink marshmallows. As everybody knows, the pink marshmallows are considerable less hostile that the white and blue varieties, but it was still with some considerable trepidation that I approached them. I introduced myself, and explained that I have been a lonely quester for the pilchardtree, and a follower of pilchardlore for many years now. I pointed out that I had nothing but respect for them and all mallowkind, and I bade them offer me some assistance, for, such is my plight, I fear I may be directionally challenged, to an extent.
The mallows received me warmly, and immediately offered to render me any such assistance as was in their power to give. They too had heard of the pilchardlore concerning that great tree and bringer of pilchards, but even so were impressed, I feel, at meeting such a devout follower of the old pilchardfaith as one who would undertaken such a quest.
My journey thus far, as I recounted to their chieftain, has been a less-than perilous one. I commenced my quest by catching the 12A from Bridgedene drive to the Co-op on the corner of Maple street. I then furnished myself with such supplies as I felt were necessary for such a potentially hazardous journey from the fine questing outfitters just across the road owned by that nice Mr Patel. However, by the point at which I came across the mallows, I was in an unfortunate state, having wandered aimlessly for some considerable time, and exhaused the three packets of polo mints and bottle of fizzy cola that comprised my supplies (which I had intended to conserve for the purposes of bartering with such foolhardy strangers as I may chance to meet on my journey).
Anyway, the marshmallows, after much discussion, concluded that the Rainbowpilchardtree was unlikely to be found in a large town, where there was no shrubbery of any description as far as the eye could see. They therefore directed me towards Friston Forest, a large and reputedly haunted wood not two days' travel from here on foot. They furnished me with much supplies of a more suitable questing nature, and bade me farewell. I took my leave, taking with me the generous supplies and my laptop computer in a small duffel bag.
Anyway, the lentiljuice that marks the end of the day is now full in the sky. I will rest, and continue my quest tomorrow.
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Mock exams
Posted Jan 22, 2001
Wahey!!! My mock exams are over...I laugh in the face of your puny, pitiful attempts to make me write coherantly and legibly for three hours during the so-called 'examination'. Ha ha. Hee Hee. Ha ha ha hee hee. Sorry. I'm bored is probably what I should really be writing.
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