Why the Long Face?

I love this kind of story, because it makes you want to work out what happened. Did the witness protection programme screw up and blow Shergar's cover? Is it the second of some kid's three wishes, caught in the act of not working out quite as he'd imagined? Are these the parts left over when you make a centaur? You decide.

(I could send you a link of where to find this character on Google Street View, but it's maybe more fun to look for yourself. Suffice it to say he's somewhere on Hardgate, in Aberdeen. When you find him you will be rewarded with the sight of a Google copyright notice faintly visible across his chest...)

Why the Long Face?

I love this kind of story, because it makes you want to work out what happened. Did the witness protection programme screw up and blow Shergar's cover? Is it the second of some kid's three wishes, caught in the act of not working out quite as he'd imagined? Are these the parts left over when you make a centaur? You decide.

(I could send you a link of where to find this character on Google Street View, but it's maybe more fun to look for yourself. Suffice it to say he's somewhere on Hardgate, in Aberdeen. When you find him you will be rewarded with the sight of a Google copyright notice faintly visible across his chest...)

Steepholm's Dream Diary: 33

I remember very little of last night's dreams. The one fragment I retain involves listening to Elvis Presley singing "Always on My Mind", and remarking to my companion: "You know, I always thought of this as a sentimentally dishonest ballad, but now I actually listen to the lyrics I see they have a cold, cynical glitter to them."

Tonight is Midsummer Night, so tomorrow's should (according to my original resolution) be the last of my dream reports. Let's hope it's a good one, without any fear.

Steepholm's Dream Diary: 33

I remember very little of last night's dreams. The one fragment I retain involves listening to Elvis Presley singing "Always on My Mind", and remarking to my companion: "You know, I always thought of this as a sentimentally dishonest ballad, but now I actually listen to the lyrics I see they have a cold, cynical glitter to them."

Tonight is Midsummer Night, so tomorrow's should (according to my original resolution) be the last of my dream reports. Let's hope it's a good one, without any fear.