The vanity of bloghoppers
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Mr Sparrow seems to be regularly loggin on to see what I’m writing about the trip. He strenuously denies that he’s looking to see what I’ve written about him, but I think the lady doth protest too much. So, here’s the latest Sparrow news update.
Having been bitten by the hotel cat yesterday morning, it seems he has not yet developed rabies. Or if he has, he’s keeping the drooling madness well under check. His own fault, of course - he was attracting it to our table at breakfast by balancing some ham on the end of his outstretched finger, and it was a bit hungrier than either of us realised.
It seems to have kittens hidden in the rocks by one of the pools. If they are as thin and hungry as their mother, I don’t hold out much hope for the longevity of the chickpeas.
The Sparrow doesn’t swim. Something to do with sunshine allergy, which makes me suggest the black hair is actually naturally red, and dyed to make him look more distinguished.
He also sits in the front row in most of the briefings, which clearly points to some kind of hearing impairment, probably due to his very advanced age.
All of the above has been verified as absolutely true on the Da Vinci Code scale.
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June 30th, 2005 at 4:15 pm
For me, the worst thing about the little Piaf is his smell. It’s like Croyden at 4am - a mix of wee and sick and poo and eggs and stuff.
I think it’s all thanks to incontinence caused by his advanced age.
July 1st, 2005 at 12:20 pm
Mr Phin… Please don’t talk about Brennan in that fashion. I thought he looked and smelled a lot fresher last time I saw him.
July 1st, 2005 at 12:20 pm
Mr Phin… Please don’t talk about Brennan in that fashion. I thought he looked and smelled a lot fresher last time I saw him.
July 1st, 2005 at 4:00 pm
Plus he’s repeating himself. You know, like old folk do. He’ll be telling us stories of powdered egg and horse-less carriages next. Over and over again.