Big bad brother

I love Ian – goodness knows I do – but my word, he conceals razor sharp
tongue in that docile looking head.

His calm features do nothing to suggest the savage cruelty that he’s capable of. He’s like a human sea.

Love & Light

Dawn x

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Signs And Portents

Something feels out of sorts in the cosmos.

Things – including me – feel a bit uncontrolled. Even nature looks wrong.

87: We drove all night

Cherry Ledojo, the man in the windmill and a late night dash to Holland – this is exciting.

Although I didn’t get any dinner and I don’t think those wiener’s and Pelvus sauce agree with me.

Michael J Knight

Storm Brewing

Something’s not right with Ian, I can sense it. His neck’s tensely rigid and his aura’s like a mucky puddle.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

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Bertolt Checked

I got to know Bertolt – Wim’s chauffeur – quite well. He played professional football in France until he was 21, when a knee injury forced him to quit.

Then he spent a bit of time with a detective agency, where he got his little finger shot off by a gangster called The Roach.

He met Wim during a fight at a petrol station – Bertolt stepped in to prevent some yobs defacing Wim’s Mondeo with a rival sauce.

He says few employers are as generous as Wim – he gets his own maisonette and Wim lets him use the car at weekends and holidays.

86: Wim’s treat

I can’t say I’m a fan of the sauce, a little to rich for my taste but Wim’s a charismatic man.

I’m definitely re-visiting the polo neck/ suit jacket combo when I get home.

Michael J Knight

It’s a kind of magic.

Many people ask me what my brother Wim is really like – I tell them this: He’s a magician. Not in a rabbit-in-a-hat/dove-down-your-trousers way – in that he makes the mundane magical.

This morning he noticed I was bilious and handed me milk of magnesia – not in a glass but an ornate fez.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

Simplicicity

Wim was talking about advertising.

He said that the main thing is to keep it simple. If you sell sauce, tell them it’s tasty. If you sell cars, tell them they’re racy.

If you sell diamonds, tell them they’re shiny. Anything more complicated and people get headaches.

I think he’d like our shop sign. http://wherearethejoneses.com/2007/06/17/day3b/

85: Taste test

A celebrity sibling, well at least in Germany. I still can’t work out if that’s a wink or a tick.

Michael J Knight

Private Pelvus

Just got back from Wim’s. He didn’t want the camera there as he explained that (being a famous face) he’s fiercely protective of his privacy.

He doesn’t need everyone knowing he’s got 14 bathrooms in his house, none of which have a toilet.

It’s no-one’s business that he has a separate wing for Suggs memorabilia. And as for who he lives with – let’s just say I know what Yazz is up to nowadays.

Love & Light

Dawn x

Beautiful Thingstätte

Walking in the park in Heidelberg I saw some local lads doing some live action role-playing in a big amphitheatre.

They spoke a bit of English and explained it was a homebrewed system based on Hero Wars, Norse Mythology and something that sounded like Gnosticism.

They were waiting for a fat lad who was going to be a frost giant and had even sprinkled salt on the ground, to emulate Winter.

I’d have joined in, but there was no time to haft a weapon as I was meant to be slogan-hunting.

84b: Is that him?

I’m never sure if an isolated car park is the ideal place to meet a stranger.

Michael J Knight

I Sauce Sense

I love sauce. Ask anyone. Last time I did a big shop, I bought pickle. I knew then that condiments would play a key role in my life. I love being proved right.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

White Dwarf Star

I’m not sure I could handle being famous, with my face up everywhere and everybody pouring sauce out of it.

At best, I might be able to handle renown, like if I got a role-playing supplement published. Fingers crossed.

84a: Sourcing Wim

If Ian hadn’t have bought those trousers where would we be?

A kind twist of fate – yes, but I’m not sitting next to him in the car if those trousers retain their charge.

Michael J Knight