One of the brittle bones of the skeleton coast...
I find visiting Bognor town-center distressing enough at the best of times but when I start seeing the disembodied heads of clowns in the sky I am over-whelmed by true terror...
This can only mean one thing...
Bognor Regis is hosting the Clown Convention again...
(or I'm having some kind of flash-back..)
To be fair, the clowns are usually safely secured behind the fence, where they belong, at Butlins Holiday Camp, but this coming Sunday (7th) they intend 'parading' through the town...
For pity's sake won't somebody think of the children...?
On a lighter note...
We have frogspawn in our garden pond...
3 comments:
That's local to you?
Suddenly all these bits you've been posting, and all the things you make that you post pictures of make perfect sense!
I don't know how I can help. Hang in there.
"... The Grand Causeway linking the great coastal cities of Port Gacy and Pogoville flirted with the ocean along Momus Beach. The roadway rose above the sand on quarried granite piers carved with friezes of great moments in humor, visible only to the tiny-minded predators that lurked in the dune grasses in pursuit of their mindless prey. An isolated cluster of CLOWN EGGS bobbed from one of the piers, webbed with silly string to a stunning bas-relief of the Rhinodectomy of Claudius. ..."
Did you know that Bognor Regis is the title of an instrumental track left off of Frank Zappa's Hot Rats album?
Regards,
Canard du jour
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