Monday, January 15, 2007

Simspon: A Spotter's Guide

The last thing Harry made me do before he left Australia, was fly to England.
Okay, so on a scale of 1 to unpleasant, going to England doesn't rate too badly, even in winter. Especially since, a few brief hours later, he made Taffy do the same thing. It all fell to pieces when Harry turned up too. Who'd have known?

The Simspons converged on the little undefended isle of England for the first time in nearly 15 years.

How to spot a Simspon: Step 1. Look for the bad photos...

I didn't want to tell anyone, but somehow they all worked out that i was possessed.

At first Al was quite puzzled by the whole affair,

because he was possessed too.

Harry looked quietly amused by his demonic siblings,

but you could tell that he was really quite worried,

so he struck a noble knightly pose.

It didn't fool anyone.

Cheers guys, it was fun.

Especially that bit where you abandoned me without my gloves or beanie for 20 minutes on an exposed, windswept hill top with sideways rain in the middle of winter, locked out of the car, miserable with flu, and dying for a pee. You bastards.
How's the Canadian winter coming along? The summer here is great!

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