Bredonborough A grey day Into
09.17
Bredonborough.
A grey day. Into the Cellar I…
II...
… for morning reading…
10.25 To close the computer and set off for DGM HQ via a little shopping on the High Street…
18.35 Arriving at HQ c. 13.45 I…
II...
Kitchen conversation with David…
… covering latest good-developments, somewhat impacted by the hurricane in the US.
Into DGM Art Department I…
… where Vicar World moves increasingly from noumenon to phenomenon I…
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III...
In DGM SoundWorld II dear old Mr. Stormy continues his archiving …
A Frippertronics Revox of the mid-1970s…
… fails to excite any interest in Buddy the Wonder Dog…
In the Chamber of Venality I…
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IV...
… necessary DGM acquisitions, to prise the hard-earned pay from innocents.
The boiler is off, another crumbling part of our crumbing office. I have been lent a small fan heater to warm my evening.
E-flurrying.
David has just set off…
An evening computing head.
21.12 Calls from the Minx, the Sistery Person, and Butcher Fry from the other side of our thinly-constructed wall. No beasties or ghouls have yet visited the Chamber of Venality, not even DGM’s front door.
