Dear chums…
Sorry for not posting but the old black dog came to visit recently and I’m desperate to find him a new owner. I’m also trying hard not to feed him, but he’s a demanding little beggar. I had to settle him down this evening with half a bottle of vin rouge which has only partially done the trick. Oh well… As Scarlet O’Hara said in ‘Gone with the wind’, “After all.. tomorrow is another day”.
Back soon
Crispin xxx
A Badly Chewed Pencil 
He gets around, that dog. I treat him with whisky and chocolate. I make him sit on my knee whilst I write tripe…
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There has never ever been the semblance of tripe emanating from your pen.. ever.
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Yep, that dog needs a good kicking, but the nagging little bugger keeps growling away in the shadows. Bastard of a dog. Or bitch, whatever the black bad dog! is.
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The black dog takes on many forms such as the constantly yapping chihuahua or the Greyhound that sleeps for 18 hours a day and then wants a short burst of exercise, or the hefty lump that sits a short distance from you, constantly staring at you… and drooling, probably sizing you up! Hang on… I think I’ve just described one of my old girlfriends.
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