Sunday, 25 December 2011

Two Little Updates.

Remember me saying I wanted a really, really nice e-mail? Last night I got a really, really nice e-mail. Top drawer. Thank you life.


Sir Gareth didn’t have to kick the shit out of the big guy after all. Turned out the big guy was no such thing, just a young lad togged up in all black to make him look impressive. It was all a ploy by his three brothers, apparently, and Sir G had already sent them packing anyway. When the final battle came, the ‘big guy’ fell off his horse and it was game, set and match. Sir Gareth was champ and married... er... that’s the problem. Nobody knows whether he married Lynette or her sister Lyonors. You’d think Tennyson would have finished the bloody story, wouldn’t you?

No comments: