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Imagine that

Posted by Dawn Jones on August 19, 2007

Searching for Zzabur

I can still fit into my old school uniform.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

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School Stinks

Posted by Ian Jones on August 19, 2007

skola

We went to Zzabur’s bottle-letter-address and his family weren’t there now, but the old and elegant lady said he’s at a school round the corner.

I don’t like being near schools. They smell of pain.

Even at college, where people had chosen to go, they mainly wanted to shriek and hoot and talk about eachother. I was better off back at home.

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Dropping Off

Posted by Ian Jones on August 12, 2007

Sleeping Dawn

Dawn is still a bit clingy, like she thinks I might leave.

She said she had a prophetic dream where something fell off the car, like a mirror or one of the headlights.

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65: Handsome

Posted by The Joneses on August 11, 2007

I received a rather surprising phone call this morning.

Too distracted to blog.

Posted in barber, barbershop, Bloom, brother, brothers, Danw, handsome, Ian, Italian, Italy, Jones, Joneses, Jonti, Jonty Bloom, trim | 3 Comments »

Time of my life

Posted by Dawn Jones on August 8, 2007

Having a great time

I’m having the time of life in Rome. I’m so exciting someone should make a film of me. I’m like the opening credits of a Melanie Griffiths film circa 85.

love & light,

Dawn x

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Wham Fisted

Posted by Ian Jones on August 8, 2007

cestus

A heavy Cestus is a novel and exciting option for a warrior character, and
an easy enough modification to an unarmoured figure: Thin strips of crepe
paper wetted onto the arm are then impregnated with cryanacrylate for
permanence.

I’ve done this almost as many times as I’ve turned flails into
manrikigusari. But that’s much harder.

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61: Lost in the Colosseum

Posted by Jonti Bloom on August 7, 2007

Dawn thinks she’s being followed. I said “Hello, what do you think I’ve been doing here all this time”.

Not funny apparently.

Posted in brother, brothers, car, cars, Colosseum, Danw, documentary, ejected, film-maker, filming permit, follow, Ian, Italian, Italy, Jones, Joneses, Jonti, Jonty Bloom, low profile, panicked, sister, sisters, tail | 2 Comments »

Biological clock

Posted by Dawn Jones on August 7, 2007

Dawn getting clucky!

I’ve been forcedly removed from the Il Duomo. The deafening tick of my biological clock was putting penitence of the rosary.

love and light,

Dawn.

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Desperate Measures

Posted by The Joneses on August 5, 2007

carstons hat

What would you do if you were starving? I mean really, truly, wolf’s at the door, hyena’s on your swing-set, starving?

Because I’ve just done something I feel slightly dubious about and I’d really like you to make me feel better about it. Please.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

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58: Handy Household Hints

Posted by Jonti Bloom on August 4, 2007

When the going gets tough. The tough make infomercials.

Posted in appliances, Danw, documentary, feeling great, house hold, Ian, Italian, Italy, Jones, Joneses, Jonti, Jonty Bloom, looking smart, nature documentaries, poor, sister, sisters, tea bag | 2 Comments »

Seascape

Posted by The Joneses on August 2, 2007

Dawn a la plage

Everytime I raise my hands to type I’m swept away on a wave of nausea.

Everytime I think I’ve found a rock to cling to it turns out to be a carrot.

Love & light

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Easy breeze

Posted by Ian Jones on August 2, 2007

Breathe Ian

The first breath of easy air after an asthma attack is like birdsong after a thunderstorm.

If you can’t avoid terrible situations, you can at least look forward to them being over.

Good luck to all of you in trouble.

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55: I’ve been Carston Whelk

Posted by Jonti Bloom on August 1, 2007

Appropriate karaoke songs for this moment:
– Should I stay or should I go?
– He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
– Living on a prayer
– Stuck in the middle with you
– Anything by Chas and Dave

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As the . . .

Posted by Dawn Jones on August 1, 2007

final fanfare’s closing notes hang heavy in the air, the performer rides the well deserved wave of adoring applause and with a grin bids a fond “thank you, good night & god bless”.

Love & light,

Dawn x

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Bellow Zero

Posted by Ian Jones on August 1, 2007

At school I never got on with the shouting boys! They seemed to like smashing stuff up and making destructions.
But, when they left school, they seemed to go all quiet and drive vans and deliver letters and sell pizzas.
Better to shout to the end, perhaps.

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