Right now i am really quite tired, it's been a long, long, long,... few..., it's just been long and i haven't had time or more importantly the equipment to do this latest update. Mainly my eyes have been in a coma, as i disturbed the regular sleep pattern of waking up at 4pm, by going to sleep before midday.

Waking up in the early evening, conveniently just minutes away from tea being served, I was absolutely knackered and could hardly walk as i stumbled down the creeky iron staircase into the library, i walked across the marbled floor which was strangely cold for this time of year and into the pantry. I took a quick look at the selection of meat and dairy on display and collapsed on the floor, after being wheeled into the kitchen and proped up by some canes from Jack's garden I was ready for the feast. Unfortunately it was only sausage, chips and beans - an old Little Chef favourite from back in the day. Not one to complain I got down to business and started to restore some precious energy and nutrients drained from the night before where I had to beat Dr Shields into a violent oblivion after he rudely disturbed my slumber and tried to steal the royal pillow.

After catching up on the latest happenings in Ramsey Street I was straight to the gym for a fierce but rewarding workout and then into the sauna to relax the muscles and get my breath back. I knew I couldn't spend too much time lounging around for tonight was the big night, although every night tends to be a big night, this night was to be bigger than all the rest though for the life of my I couldn't remember why.

My mind flashbacked to the night before, where Randy had drunk himself into a stupor and foolishly challenged everyone in the arena to a duel. We flattened him with a bundle never before seen in this garden, that man will never be able to have children again after that night. Terror rained and so did the moonlight, down onto us, the loyal ones who had stayed up in the face of sleep, adversity and Edd to brave the harshness of night with only Steven Hendry fueling the fire with Dr Shields' pink bogroll. At times I'm sure alot of us wanted to give in, to let go, to let their bodies drift slowly in and out of consciousness before waking up somewhere south of Panama City, Florida,A lovely place by the way, but we didn't give up and most of us are here to tell the tale.

As I predicted the light came at about two hours past the retirement of the main selection, multiple times Dr Shields anger rose to a fiery wrath, which only the blood of a young virgin could put out. I looked away. Then in the 5th hour, all was calm and I was pleased with what I saw. But as with all good things, they last only a fraction of the pie chart of time and space and soon the chaos realm was full of chaos once again as edible two by fours flew at blinding speeds first from left to right and then from right to left in a retaliation counter-strike from the big guy. It was height and agility against medical expertise on the arena floor, some were caught in the crossfire and some were struck down dead but the two valient warriors battled on, undeterred by threats of legal action and scolding iron rods in the ear they continued the fight to the death. I wasn't going to volunteer to carry the coffin, that's for sure.

So as the next day entered it's difinitive hours, where I would decide what kind of day it would become, not only for myself but for others I saw the translucent cloud of doom drifting north-easterly on the horizon and felt a shudder of fear and tension pass through me, I knew what was coming, and I knew it was going to be a bloodbath...

to be continued...

Article Written by Jay
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