So I'm in a different situation to normal whilst writing my blog today... I'm at my Mum and Step-Dads house for the night with with my Daughter
and we're joined by my Sister Yaz (who's back for a fleeting visit between internships in London at various food magazines) and our lovely friend Ben who's come to stay for the weekend. We're all staying here tonight because my husband is keen to spend tonight and tomorrow ripping out the ensuite bathroom and frankly I'm happy to be well out of the way, sipping cold beer and having a delicious Roast Beef dinner cooked by the Ma! Yes please!!
So collectively we have decided that my blog post today is going to be a collectively made up story. The six of us taking it in turns to make up a phrase. It's all about fun and games to bring us into the weekend, so go with it and embrace the randomness!
For your info the Authors are me and 5 other people, aged 3 to 60. Let's keep it simple by showing you some pictures of them as the evening unfolds...
Chapter 1:
Once upon a time there was a dragon named Talula. She blew out fire. On Friday evenings Talula really loved to eat green fish, this made her tummy sound like a rumbling earthquake. Seismic activity was not common within her bowels, however she took to the vibrations with a bottle of beer whilst watching Top Gear. She was very very disappointed at Jeremy Clarkson's behaviour, so decided to have a pet baby dragon. This was all very out of the ordinary for a Friday, as usually Talula spent this special day digging her vegetable patch full of Zucchinis. Talula frequently pondered the exquisite complexity of her being and to simplify her life she decided to take up being a mobile barbecue, which made her very popular with all the local villagers. Burnt zucchini was her speciality but it still didn't cure the hole in her heart because they used to pop it out to make a potty. A potty made from a heart wasn't something that would quickly become a popular and quick selling product, but it was very eco and easily accessible to anyone online or in a shop. Contrary to the very popular dragon delicacy that our Kiwi friends made us aware of, Bubblegum pie, which her son Singeon got constantly stuck in his hair.
After dinner, several glasses of wine and then there were four (less one three year old and one pensioner who retired to the sofa!)
Chapter 2:
Singeon of the House Targaryen, the First of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm was nodding off at the table after a little too much red wine (drink responsibly) and began to cry tears of jelly beans, which collected in his wine glass. With this the weight of the wine glass became excessively heavy and he needed the help of his pet chipmunk, Alvin, to balance it on his left big toe. Why he felt the need to balance his wine glass on his left toe we'll never really know, however the more important part of this story is the fact that television is etymologically contrasting being half Latin and half Greek. So basically Singeon unzipped his costume and seductively stepped out to reveal he is actually one of the Wiggles. As you may not know a Wiggle is found in many places from underground to overground to wiggling free. Don't be confused about this, you will absolutely not find Wiggles in Wimbledon, they departed there long ago, about 1997 to give you a rough idea. What you will find in Wimbledon is Singeon's favourite Karaoke bar where he can often be found singing of his Mother "Her name was Talula, she was a show girl..." However, he only sings this one after a few bevvies. What he normally sings in the shower involves Talula, her first rule of thumb, that she doesn't know where she's going or where she's coming from. But we do know that usually after a shower, he only managed a small bowl of porridge, sitting in a very comfy chair. And then the bears came home...
Good night.
So collectively we have decided that my blog post today is going to be a collectively made up story. The six of us taking it in turns to make up a phrase. It's all about fun and games to bring us into the weekend, so go with it and embrace the randomness!
For your info the Authors are me and 5 other people, aged 3 to 60. Let's keep it simple by showing you some pictures of them as the evening unfolds...
Chapter 1:
Once upon a time there was a dragon named Talula. She blew out fire. On Friday evenings Talula really loved to eat green fish, this made her tummy sound like a rumbling earthquake. Seismic activity was not common within her bowels, however she took to the vibrations with a bottle of beer whilst watching Top Gear. She was very very disappointed at Jeremy Clarkson's behaviour, so decided to have a pet baby dragon. This was all very out of the ordinary for a Friday, as usually Talula spent this special day digging her vegetable patch full of Zucchinis. Talula frequently pondered the exquisite complexity of her being and to simplify her life she decided to take up being a mobile barbecue, which made her very popular with all the local villagers. Burnt zucchini was her speciality but it still didn't cure the hole in her heart because they used to pop it out to make a potty. A potty made from a heart wasn't something that would quickly become a popular and quick selling product, but it was very eco and easily accessible to anyone online or in a shop. Contrary to the very popular dragon delicacy that our Kiwi friends made us aware of, Bubblegum pie, which her son Singeon got constantly stuck in his hair.After dinner, several glasses of wine and then there were four (less one three year old and one pensioner who retired to the sofa!)
Chapter 2:
Singeon of the House Targaryen, the First of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm was nodding off at the table after a little too much red wine (drink responsibly) and began to cry tears of jelly beans, which collected in his wine glass. With this the weight of the wine glass became excessively heavy and he needed the help of his pet chipmunk, Alvin, to balance it on his left big toe. Why he felt the need to balance his wine glass on his left toe we'll never really know, however the more important part of this story is the fact that television is etymologically contrasting being half Latin and half Greek. So basically Singeon unzipped his costume and seductively stepped out to reveal he is actually one of the Wiggles. As you may not know a Wiggle is found in many places from underground to overground to wiggling free. Don't be confused about this, you will absolutely not find Wiggles in Wimbledon, they departed there long ago, about 1997 to give you a rough idea. What you will find in Wimbledon is Singeon's favourite Karaoke bar where he can often be found singing of his Mother "Her name was Talula, she was a show girl..." However, he only sings this one after a few bevvies. What he normally sings in the shower involves Talula, her first rule of thumb, that she doesn't know where she's going or where she's coming from. But we do know that usually after a shower, he only managed a small bowl of porridge, sitting in a very comfy chair. And then the bears came home...
Good night.
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