In my small local town of local people, I often see some classic sights, although just before the Christmas period, more strange things were seen than massive giving her lunch away to Barry Mann.

Trevor:
First spotted on www.theshannon.co.uk by comedian’s jay and ryan, the chap was brought to my attention, and I immediately recognised him as someone who lived down my road, and who I delivered a paper to. He’s not exactly that strange, but I thought that I would shove a comment in here about him as I have an image.

If you do happen to see him on your travels, make sure that you make an attempt to say ‘hello’, or ‘afternoon’ as his manly smile will warm your heart. Just don’t go too close to him as he has a dog, which looks quite large and hungry.


Trev

Man painting a stick:
Once again I was doing my paper round, when I saw a slightly balding man, painting a very small stick. Because the stick was so small, and the man was concentrating so hard, I thought that I better not ask him what he was doing for fear that the job might go wrong slightly. I continued on my wonderings…

Note, this is not the man that I saw, nor it is a man at all, all I can say is that the man that was painting the stick looked slightly like this wooden object, and the skirt that the man wore, was the same shade as the gingerbread man’s bow tie.


Stick

Man holding a plant:
Opposite my house there is a very old house, with a thatched roof, and inside there is a very old budgie, which is owned by a very old man, that apparently is called Bernard. I never speak to him as he looks really dodgy, and would probably eat me, and the only reason that I know his name is because I think my grandma fancies him. Anyway a few days ago I saw this such man standing outside his back door, looking towards the heavens, whilst holding a small potted plant. I can only guess that he was going to sacrifice this poor plant to god so that he might have a better crop of plants the next year, although this is only a guess and probably shouldn’t be believed.


Man

A speaking dog:
A dog of medium size came up to me, and asked me the way to Mexico, immediately I remembered a scene from blue streak where the bloke wanted to go to Mexico to escape the American police. I presumed that this dog was not an incarnation of the character from blue streak as we weren’t in America, and also I remembered that dogs aren’t supposed to speak. Anyway I pointed him in the right direction, and was happy to be of assistance.


Dog



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