The Lamppost of Mornings

Here is the time and here is the solar-powered hedgehog. Paint it purple, Natalie; we have no more of the protractors that eat the pineapple chunks on Tuesdays.

Don't laugh, it is a stoat.

Here, and over there, just past the bus stop, are the remains of our sandwiches. We like the look of the Marmalade Indifference Detector. So, now we go on towards the Lamppost of Mornings and turn to see all our car parks become golden.

Who is she, and why does she walk like that? Look at the way she removes her clothes and sits astride the tractor. It is not all that often you see nude ploughing, especially in the middle of winter. It should be encouraged.

Have you noticed there are a lot of nude clothes wearers about these days?

Everywhere you look, you see people wearing clothes who would otherwise be naked. It is food for thought, even if you don't like thinking that much.

Still, as they say….

Now, as it happens, this is the place where the place is that is the place of happening places. Reserve your place at this place now. It is the place to be.