Down at the Dog & Duck

I popped into the Dog and Duck to see the mythical Darlene, her mum has been poorly recently, so Darlene’s only working part-time now.

I met a very interesting villain who told me he had a near-death experience when he was blown up someplace—Iraq maybe. He saw the god-light and a dimension he referred to as a “different eco system”.

I told him that as the patron saint of the pub (Saint Stuie of the Dog & Duck), I have had many god-light experiences and that one doesn’t have to die to get there. I also told him I’ve done ten thousand hours fighting in the hell worlds, he was keen to see those worlds as well. I promised I’d take him, though I’m not sure he’s ready for a full frontal with the Devil.

I have a good mate that looks after rock stars and actors and he does patron saints on the side. He came along and looked after me and he bought all the drinks for which I was very grateful.

For a few hours I was very happy. The stig’ was going ferociously through my feet, like I was nailed to the floor, the pain went off the Richter scale, I had a hard time hobbling to the rest room. But I was very happy so that made up for everything. (sw)

Damascus

The villain told me he was captured and taken to Damascus to be tortured, they broke his fingers. Never go to Belgium and never go to Damascus. It’s run by a Mega-Spew called Basher-Sadass, he’s killed thousand upon thousands of unarmed Syrians in the last few months.

Turkey to the north told Basher to knock it off or else. He panicked and sent a letter Fed Ex to the United Nations promising he’d try to be nice. Barf bags to the ready!

Coincidently, the Fed Ex man hitched up with Darlene for a while, so it’s a small, big world, that goes all the way round the houses and comes back to the beginning. (sw)