The tin can

[baloonworld]

I was walking through Paisly, which was aweful as usual, but this time I had a friend. There was an Irn-Bru can which kept pace with me for most of the length of the high street, like the American Beauty plastic bag's rattly Scottish cousin. I was not entirly convinced that the slope of the high street was enough to account for the can's motion, or excessive rattlyness. I have thus developed a `tiny gnome in steel boots' theory in order to account for both.

ALSO
Today I went for a run and the weather was surprisingly nice, despite taking place in the Paisley area. Then I went back to the lab to make more 'corrections' to my transfer report.

Comments

[elmyra.livejournal.com]

Go read Perdita the Cat's LJ. I think you'll like the last post. :-)

[baloonworld.livejournal.com]

Nice cheetahs can have gazelles. Perdita agrees with me, so I'm right :)

[yamamaya.livejournal.com]

"Feral midget in a can. Now they can be outside whilst staying inside (rudimentary shelter included)."

[baloonworld.livejournal.com]

Hooray! You are still alive!
I tempted you out with tales of feral midgets.
Success!

[yamamaya.livejournal.com]

Alive is a loose term when applied to someone who has lived inside of the Trowbridge event horison as long as I have.

It's like a black hole, but with chavs instead of light, where string theory could be used to describe the motion of all the hoop earings.

[baloonworld.livejournal.com]

FACT:Trowbridge is a form of matter so grim that nothing, not even chavs can escape from its evnet horizon.

FACT:At the center of every Trowbridge there is a singularity, a point where time and space, matter and time break down.

I hope Trowbridge Facts replace Chuck Norris or even Ninja Facts.