Halloween 2

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The, up flossy flourescent pink barnet and dark eyebrows of Tony (slattery) looked out from a roof window.
‘Hoot’, ‘Hoot’. In the garden below, Ozzy ‘Diarmuid door’
toing, trimp, rrrunch, rrrunch, a ladders tip pokes into the garden.
’owch, ow, do you mind, the rail,.....arrrrrgggghhhh!’
Kerrys face, squats gently on the lintel.
I, Bill, and Gill appear from a bedroom door with torches, and creep down the spiral staircase. Lee (Evans) and Nicky (Henson) in from a ride unclips his helmet, ‘I smell like rat pudding’ a light switched off and on, up the rank
Nicky ’funny? Now that’s a little odd’ stumph, stumph, stumph
Nicky ’Nina anyone down there, we know, Gill?’
The garage 6000 sqft of striplight. Gill "I’m sure I heard scratching",
(Lee,) ’Gill, there's nothing down here’
’meow, meow’
Gill ’puss, puss, someones left a boot open, your beneath this bloody seat’
clump, lock, the jaguar headlamps switched on
’he, he, he, humph, humph, humph, hum, hum hum, ho, ho, ho, ho,ho, ho ,ho, ho,ho, he, he ,he, hohoharha, hum’ the mudguard clatters
Stephens attic a well lit nest in the eaves, the skylight rattled, I looked out.
Mrs Nina Nanar in purple dress, with watering can, musical notes fell upwards from a little tree, ‘ding, ding, dong’ turns, Nina, ‘nu,nu,na,nu’, and speaks to a transluescent white cloud, squak, squak, a golden egg clatters onto the roof from the night sky, I close the latch.
Thud, diarmuid slides through the steel railings. Ozzy (Osborne) leaves the ladder against the fourth floor,
she moves her elbow
Ozzy ’a golden egg?, is that you up there little girl, Diarmuid there's a little girl, I’ll come round’
’Forsooothe cuthbert is that you’
’ere it be, squire, I fear the lady let him in’
’better flap down and bring the torch up’
a face rises in the window, Anna ‘fuck a phantom,......... Lee theres a phantom', a apparition swirls around the top floor cieling,
’rum, vumb, vumb, vumb, over the bridge, blackened goggles, helmet number 13, belts under the elms, round the bend
dump, dump, clump, clump, tong, a cartwheel bounces, over, up the behind of a ghostly mare, ‘clickety clop, clippety, clup, coo, coo, ca, coo, ca, coo, cantor and bound into the garden.

Anna ’Well I don’t like it’
Our eyes follow Anna accross the floor, along the flex, a lamp, or hat, and the lights went out.
’I'm dreaming of a white christmas’ pumps around the corner. The purple eyes on the mantelpiece light up, the end one falls, and bounces into a carpet bag.
Diarmuid rotates his ears, white hands float across the lawn, the rail detaches, and pulls him away.
eight o’clock strikes, two halos, fall from the painting and cross the lawn. torches go on, ‘aaaaahhhhhhh!’, Bill and his portable cauldron, illuminate the room.
Anna ’I’ll phone Russel (Grant)’
Nicky ‘have you noticed, something else, everyones wearing a leather jacket.

Eden Vale and Happy Tail

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Mrs Alfred and Christine, sat drinking dandelion and burdoch in the study.
The pheasant pub, 3 years old, in the shape of a giant pheasant, parking my quad and trailer neatly in space, thump, thump, emerald green tweed, across the fields, under hop trees, through the hedge…..thump thump thump,
Sid, ’Oh the techno shaman fellow, who rights me up in his blog…
I, 'aaaaahhhh!..........Sid, Sidney’.
Sid sat with rosemary the new England collie, and mrs Alfred
clink
Barmaid ‘ah Mr Brush….Basils tankard, the usual’
my Nescafe cup
Fox hunters hung from the rafters, horses sat in the chairs. Can-can, knicker bockers flashed in the air, from the barn next door. Outside, out into the sunshine.
Mrs Alfred stood like Gabriel, beckoned like Lucifer, loosened my back paw.
Two tonka beans, pins and needles, blood restriction, and the jaunt from the quad, made rubbing the soles…and Mrs Alfred rubbed them so well, I ‘Still life....’
I’d taken to riding my quad into the countryside, and sitting in roadside carparks with half a pint of cider.
Mrs Alfred painted giants, on thatched roofs, up trees, etc, for west country calendars.
(I), round Orpington high streets, roco-co pastel blue pond, along the village green, into the news agent. She looked like Paris in spring 1857, a giant badger in a corner.
Mrs Alfred ’here for gingerbread’
I ’and what have we here…..a delight’
Mrs Alfred, ’precious, peculiar, and reliable, your English post office’
I ’a pound of bon bons please............its longer than the average counter.......Just look at those loaves'
Mrs Alfred, ’are you looking at my shins, MR BASIL BRUSH’
I ’have you legs on everyside’
Mrs Alfred ’Your just a man in a suit’
I ’A Fox…Dust on the radio Times’’
She twisted a boot lace round my nose, and stared between my teeth
I ’like to share a doughnut’
she tiptoed behind the counter, and a foot appeared in hem and floppy cloth shoe, curling
I bought the quad round the front,
and her legs, around sped up the hill
Loved in the crimpled bottom churchyard, and we all stared down at the village green’