Coming back to the topic of comics: Originally I had hundred of collectors items and whatever else. I put them all in a sealed ottoman hidden under my staircase which, and this is significant, was elevated slightly off the floor by tiny little legs. Anyway, one day I spy this tiny baby field mouse thats somehow got into my house, and she/he spied me too... We both froze on the spot as a Mexican Stand Off took place, then he/she legged it, backwards!! Which, at the time, I thought was very impressive and disappeared. Now every now and again I would see this little mouse, and he/she would see me too and bolt!!! I could never catch the little blighter. Then, as if by magic, she/he was gone... Or so I thought. One day, some time later, I decided to open the ottoman just to gratuitously bask in the glory of all my comics, on opening the ottoman up, to my horror, loads of them had been shredded and turned into a little baby mouse bed... Obviously, I looked at this little bed and affectionately said Awe, then broke down and cried!! lol. The mouse had disappeared and with it a large section of my treasured comic collection!! She/he had crawled under the ottoman, God damn those little legs (The mouses and the ottomans, lol) and eaten, tunneled, her/his way into it, probably after secretly watching Steve McQeens The Great Escape with me one night. The moral of the story? There isnt one really, I was just gutted!! lol.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 21:30:32 +0000
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