Picture the scene if u will…
For the second time in a month ur quintessential metropolitan cosmopolitan cultural canine commentator abandons london for the sticks.
Picture the scene…
A series of chess boards made of wet paint…
One thing leads to another…
Picture the scene…
Embarrassment as your owner loses in a flurry of tears and paint.
I shall never show my face in ‘sarfend’ (as believe the locals call it) again.
I retreat back to the anonymous millions in london where no one knows your name.
Who am I kidding? Everyone knows my name.
Love,
Harley x
At least stars burn out brightly