Time to have a drink...
I promised myself that I wouldn't stay long. To be honest, since I left Babs I had been looking to replace the void that I didn't expect in the first place. When I turned away from what could have been a perfectly working relationship I had no idea that the road ahead was as curvy as this. But I have to give her that, when Babs is right she's right. "Go on and travel, it is the only thing that will make you appreciate what you have left behind". Those words resonate. Like a rhino landing on a piano after a 50 feet drop. With clogs on.
Of course I came back a few times to have a peek but it appeared our old stomping ground had changed and a new different agent ruled the roost. It was not the place that I had signed up for back when and it seemed even more alien now than ever before. With the new regime there was no way back now. Babs had warned me that this might happen. She was right yet maybe when the weather changes and rain washes away what makes your eyes water it is time to take another look.
Moon Arrow, the secret agent's regime, had taken over the joint and it looked like it was here to stay. Not much was known about the mysterious creature, not gender nor motive, but judging by the vigour and rate of adopted missions it would either be a formidable opponent or a hailfire like pita to deal with.
Disillusioned, what can an outdated model do? So I made my way to the outskirts of the city and decided to rough up some clueless homies, whilst the dust settles. Days went by, weeks faded to grey and the ease of my venture distinctly reminded me of pulling a steam train uphill using nothing but your teeth.
There simply weren't enough hoodlums around. The usual flurry of renegades and outcast avoided the suburbs and the few hard nuts weren't nearly half as tough as back home. About as hard as a discarded chewing gum at noon on a mid-summer’s day. It was clear that I needed a sniff of the old air just to see me through the day.
It was not that far away, but what would I find? What would Babs say? And would there be a bucket of mustard powder in the corner? How will the Moon Arrow disciples react? Can rhinos really jump that high?
Time should tell, until then here is this weeks sugar soaped Guess-my-mug-a-tron 139 - 'where is the cheesecake thrower' edition.
25 pics - numbered from top left to bottom right, to guess list number and name, name guesses without number are ignored.
Awards for correct guess:
First 12 = 1pks each
next 6 = 2pks each
next 4 after that = 3pks each
2 before last =4pks each
Last one to be guessed =6pks or Opack passes the candles
I will provide a hint after some time, usually if no one has posted for few hours the following day ...latest 24hrs after... I will close this approx 96hrs (approx, notclaimable under liable laws) from when the picture goes up. If the last faces are not guessed at that time the points are awarded to active but unlucky guessers. (NO SPLASH, no ZPA). If I suspect any cheating I will void the quiz. :o) ...
Beam! Have you read this far? (secret code word=nopeek)....It is darker when the moon's not out! Ha! Pics go up tonight Sunday at 25MST. Make that 8pm BST and lots of different times around the world! Daylight savings may be howling at the moon....
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
Fancy link: www.mugatron.com
Schmancy link: http://www.captainreiss.com/ee-stuff/eepq139.htm
Ipancy link: http://184.108.40.206/ee-stuff/eepq139.htm
Silver bulleted shenanigans to all and as usual,