They're on to me.

I'm in trouble. I had hoped that Sister Faith would just let sleeping Delbuts lay. Not to be. Seems that once a nun gets the taste for it, she wants more. Without blowing my own trumpet ( tis impossible; i tried. Unless i take a few vertabrae out i'll never be able to bend over that far) I have ruined sister Faith.

Apparantly, she is now so out of control they have banned all phallic-shaped items from the convent and now wash not with soap, but with their own saliva.

As well as Faith phoning from the dorm public phone and getting a private eye on my case, she has enlisted the help of her most trusted confidante. Very-old-sister Hope . Apparantly Hope was betrothed to a Welsh hill farmer ( i think that should be hyphonated. otherwise he farms hills (why didn't i just change it instead of writing about changing it?)) To cut a long story short, David David (Dai twice. (see much earlier blog)) led her down the garden path to get his hands on her father's prize ram. He left her traumatised - if not a little sexually frustrated. She ran away and signed up to the French Foreign Legion -Jesus department. Not even the hoards of vagabonds, rapists and the like, who join the foreign legion, would make a pass at her so she fled again to the convent, where she has been for the last 60 years. Her dislike of the male specie has given her a cause to hunt me down like a dog.


Armed with a pentium iv processor and a 30-day free trial with Yahoo broadband, she keeps an eye on this place just waiting for me to slip up. She gets closer by the minute. My only hope is that the Yahoo broadband works as badly as my BT one and keeps crashing. Here is a picture of her when she mistakenly typed, Del's butt into Google. The result, apparantly, was a host of arse fettish websites.

You may note tht she only has 4 fingers. Her thumb was blown off during the infamous "night of the exploding vicar's trousers" incident in Dol de Bretagne 1974.

Times are hard.

I was going to blog about me but I got a bit distracted by Bex as she now has broadband again. she keeps pestering me to update this blog. And to think. I missed her dearly when she didn't blog. Anywho, as you may know, she has moved from Staines to "somewhere in the country". Yeah, right. I googled her and came up with her new addy. If you go to her blog you will see that she lives in a shed now. I know times are hard so this is not to ridicule her but to ask you all to chip in for a much needed extension. Due to planning restrictions for development on council-maintained roundabouts, the extension will have to be of a material which fits in with the environment and existing materials. i.e. wood.

I was thinking of at least getting her a bedroom to stick on the side.

anyway, judge for your self. here is Bex's shed from the outside. ( i have airbrushed the roundabout where it's standing to protect her privacy)



KNOCK ON THE DOOR TO ENTER THE SHED

Here is the bedroom extension intended.
SO. If you can spare a few pennies, please send them to me and i will make sure Bex gets somewhere to sleep for the winter.

diolch 'n fawr. (ta muchly)

In The Attic

Ok Peeps. The Queen of all things musical and jolly needs your support. Our task is to get more people over to her web-site to create an even bigger audience for her top music show, In the Attic.

I know a lot of you who come here watch already but if you are a stranger, welcome and click on the title of this post and watch a recording of ITA. Featureing Pete Townshend, simon Townshend, Mikey Cuthbert and assorted special guests.

The show is a mix of new and old music from Rachel (voice of two angels)Fuller, Pete Townshend/The Who and all the other guests mentioned above.

regular fashion tips (ok, that's for the girlies), jokes, anecdotes and darn outrageous goings' on. Competitions, free tickets to shows and views of Rachel's arse are also an attraction.

If you can imaging "The Osbournes" but with actual talent, then this is ITA

SOON TO APPEAR.... Me.

Please, when you go there, register, and leave comments, don't be boring and just say Oh, Hi. Chat her up, it works. come on, she's a woman. Say anything nice and they are like putty.

Here is a picture of Rach chatting me up in the Bedford Arms, Balham. Pete had gone for a slash (wee wee to the americans) Rach appeared from nowhere with her sister Bex. Menage a trois, was mentioned but i had to turn them down.

CLICK ON RACHEL'S BREASTS TO GO ON A JOURNEY!!

I have had to blank Bex' face out as she is rather shy and i dont have her permission to put it up here. (she NEVER blogs these days. She's moved "UP" in the world).

You may note from the picture that it looks like my right hand down by my side. Not so. It's Bex trying to pull me to her in a, "come on big boy" type of gesture. Dream on, Bex.

Here is another bex classic. this time she is at the bar at the Bedford getting her 7th pint of Stella. "Dutch courage", she said. About 3 minutes before she asked me to marry her.

The moral of this post is that you dont get any of this unless you go to http://www.intheattic.tv