Talking Horse

This is Blu and Logan’s friend Dreamer Hawker. She’s a talking horse.  She lives in a paddock with a little stable on Turing Isle II. She’s very friendly but Logan says you have to be careful when she turns round quickly because it really hurts when she steps on your toes.

When she’s in a really good mood, sometimes she let you ride her. This is Lail riding around on Dreamer. Logan and I rode on her once too, but Logan, the retard, lost the photos.

EOE Androgynous Style

Scary Judge must have been on a bender last night, she’d fallen asleep in her chair before the show started.

None of the other judges had arrived and Roe was looking terrified because she would have to wake her up.

With a cigarette on her lip and ninja eyelashes, Boss Judge didn’t look like she would be scared of anyone.

Assistant with a neat quiff.

The models had to do an androgynous style this week.
I’m not going to do my customary commentary this time, suffice to say that there were a lot of men’s shoes and big boots and spiky hair and ties… and some of the outfits were pretty wacky.

I’m just gonna show the photos (-:

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This is my friend Lieffiie Ruby looking well-hard.

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Slapping the Sign

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One of the Trainers signs stopped working. Logan and I went over to Caledon to investigate and she and the grey wolf gave it a slap. I hope none of the posh Caledon neighbours were watching, they’ll think we’re right old idiots.

EOE The Where Did You Get That Hat? Show

When I got to the EoE Show Roe was already there, wearing a Vertigo Swirl hat and looking a little nonplussed. She was wondering where to sit because some ignorant peasants had sat in her reserved judges seat.

Scary Judge was also there, but she had place in the judges seats because even ignorant peasants would run away when they saw her coming to eat their beads. If they stayed in her seat, she would probably eat them too.

We also saw girl with some strange knotted growth in her hair, wearing a blanket.

Wonder Woman was in the audience, but she left quickly at the end because everyone was going to pester her for autographs.

Anyway, on to the show and check out the HATS!

First up was the Useless Umbrella hat.
Stylish. Unique.
Useless in the rain.

Hot on the heels of that was Horse Pill hat.
We’re not sure which part of the horse’s body this would be used on, but we think it would involve a struggle and probably some squashed toes.

This is the Yellow Flower Pot hat.
It will remain useful even when it’s no longer fashionable as a hat.
Notice the model’s organically grown Ninja Eyelashes.

This one is the Black Fan hat.
You could also use it for cleaning cobwebs off the ceiling.

This is my friend Lieffiie Ruby modelling the Invisible Mystery hat.
I’m worried that the judges might not understand it and it might cost her points in the contest.

After that came the Gothic Birds’ Nest hat.
Looks like they hadn’t quite finished making it.

Clown Hat.
You must be having a larf.

One of the organisards was also sporting a hat. This is the Gothic Garden hat.

There was also a second contest being judged at the same time: The Ninja Eyelash Class.
Not all the models had entered but you can see the winner and the runner up below.

Runner Up

Double-ended Ninja Eyelashes.
A clear winner.

Remmy Trainard

We appointed another new trainer today. This is Remmy Roelofs who just qualified. As you can see, she took a leaf out of Roe’s book and started slapping everyone back.

Send Him A Train

Logan and I were listening to a play on the radio about a barrister called Birkett from way back in 1925. In the opening scene this really posh old bird arrives at night and demands of the Clerk to bet let in to see Sir Edward (Birkett’s boss). The dialogue goes something like this:

Clerk: Hello?  Hello?  …anybody there?

Lady Caernarvon: Good Evening

Clerk: Can I help you madam?

Lady Caernarvon: Sir Edward Marshall Hall?

Clerk: No, I’m afraid…. Well, you see normally we don’t receive visitors after nine o’clock, especially  visitors who just let themselves in the front door.

Lady Caernarvon:It is of the utmost emergency that I speak to Sir Edward Marshall Hall

Clerk: I’m ever so sorry but Sir Edward isn’t here, Mrs errr?

Lady Caernarvon:I am Amlina Countess of Caernarvon

Clerk: Oh… oh… err …oh please…. sit dowm. LEt me errr… you see I’m Edgar, I’m the Clerk, you see, there’s nobody else here.

Lady Caernarvon:Well I am sure Sir Edward would have no objection if you were to telephone him.

Clerk: No, he’s in Manchester.

Lady Caernarvon:I must see him. I was told he is the best.  He is the best?

Clerk: Oh he’s the best yes… only he’s… he’s in Manchester.

Lady Caernarvon:Then he must return from Manchester. Shall I send a train?

 

“SHALL I SEND A TRAIN?”

Aaaahhhhhhaaaaaahhaaaaahhhhhaaaahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa !!

What, from Marketplace?
Why don’t you just send him a Teleport?

Logan says I’m missing the point and if you were really posh in 1925, perhaps you could send someone a train.
But I still don’t see how you’d get it round their house, unless they lived at a station.