Wednesday, 28 January 2009

Flying teapot

A pot of tea is in front of me, and the potential for porridge is looming. I'm recovering after a restless night...I'm hoping they were dreams. The lights, the smell of oil, the rubbery flesh...

I'll pour another cup before I tweak my levers.


  1. "...the rubbery flesh..." Hmmmmmm, did you experience any sensation of manual inflation?

  2. There was a slight vibration in my connecting rods - so much so I had to reach for my magic stick for support. I'm on my third litre of 'Mad Jack' cider now though, so sleep should be quick, and dream free tonight.