".....Purnmaashi hai", I heard my granny say through sleep-induced haze at 7 a.m. So, tonight is full-moon night (or tomorrow, possibly), which means that it's time for Crowley to don his best bib and tucker, crouch atop the nearest rooftop, and howl. Crowley's been practicing his bestest Ozzy-style howl (if any of you've heard Bark At The Moon....there's this rather tasteful howl at the end of the song), and is eager to try it out. In other news, I hate weather that can't make up its mind. Net result - (i) body aches; (ii) constant sneezing; (iii) love-life in the bog; (iv) Crowley in the bog (food poisoning), yep, life's all peachy.

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D said...

Hey, just stumbled upon your blog and thought I'd tell you it's quite interesting... Should be back here for more!

mistercrowley said...

@ d: Danke schon, Frau D :) Your blog is an interesting read too...and hasn't been 'torn apart too badly' either :)
Do keep visiting...I don't have verbal diarrhea...my fingers do that for me.....