They missed the opportunity to have the child dismounted, bike helmet in hand, pointing in horror at a large pile of steaming excrement whilst in the background a horrified mother runs forward, her hands raised in grotesque and over-exaggerated terror, her mouth open in a soundless scream of... oh, I do apologise; I've split Earl Grey all over myself in my sudden excitement...
An online scrapbook of the strange and amusing snippets I unearth during my job at a local history library; and a home for my comic strip experiment The Wesleys.
They missed the opportunity to have the child dismounted, bike helmet in hand, pointing in horror at a large pile of steaming excrement whilst in the background a horrified mother runs forward, her hands raised in grotesque and over-exaggerated terror, her mouth open in a soundless scream of... oh, I do apologise; I've split Earl Grey all over myself in my sudden excitement...
ReplyDeleteOh, how I wish -- wish -- that had been the cover!
ReplyDeleteOh my god I used to live in Chorley. I didn't think anyone else knew it existed. This is terrifying.
ReplyDeleteI grew up there, Rissa! I wonder if there's a support group we can join...
ReplyDeleteI browsed Chorley's site... it's got that "uptopia with a creepy secret"/"1984"/"Soylent Green" feel to it.
ReplyDeleteChorley City Council: your rates money working really, really hard for you.
ReplyDeleteReally.