that fibre is was good for him puss willow wanted to read in the regulars section of the local paper but to no avail. that fibre was good for him there was no mention of it.
is fibre good for? you?
puss willow poured himself a fresh cup of coffee.
is java good for you? is reading? reading old newspapers indeed good for you?
a dog had finished its business and trotted on. the scenery changed into something more comfortable: south. sun.
children throwing stones at the dog. pooh roasting in the sun. bonedry in a sec. burnable. would you be up for that?
there was a fruit scare again, said breadroll, in town as it seems.
o really, block of wood, in town?
question: answer: yes.
o dear, said block of wood. his forehead appeared wrinklier than usual (sponge said: it looks plain worried. this type of worried gothic wrinkles. like a confession box, old oaken, medieval more so. (breadroll: different opinion)).
in town, said block of wood, bet it is fruit and fibre again.
it is indeed, said breadroll, isn’t it.
could you pass me the butter please, said sponge.
well, are we going, said breadroll. the cows are home, the buns are up, sunshine marks the day.
yep, said block of wood, would be a good thing, bleedin goin, bleedin feckin well feckin gown, feckin fuck fuck.
while i appreciate your opinions as a valuable input, said sponge, the same time i shall point out the fact that we are on the move already indeed.
he pointed out a reflection in a shop window showing them meandering down the road, equipped with enough weaponry to chase a bus.
snotsnot, she cried, and fell off the ladder. breadroll closed the book. i don’t know whether this is the right stuff to read when you’re sick, he said.
never is, naturely, said block of wood.
the cough stats are declining though, said sponge. that’s excellent. maybe snot won’t be too offensive after all.
they sang: humptydumptyhumptydump. end sequence: -ty.
and: snot she cried. snot.
i still don’t know how we did it the other day, said breadroll.
did what, said block of wood.
rush over the street, around the corner and into the shop, without leaving the house. ah, don’t start again, said sponge, things just cooled down nicely. we did come back though, i must say, and had nice brekkie; and they sang: that’s true, true, true, truth. truuuuth. and stilllllnessss. share a part. of the. egg. symbol of life and main ingredient of scrambled eggs. whether on toast or not.
mary had a little lamb, said sponge, we are all delighted for her but do hope that next time it’ll be a girl. now with joseph joining the circle of the unlicky with a lillte piglet i think we are quite set for another channel.
or a cream bun, said breadroll.
or a cream bun, said sponge, that perfectly right.
block of wood tried to carve another channel in his back side.
make it spectacular, love.
the sunday saw puss willow in bed where he stayed until he got up. he hoggered, he had a shower, he took a seat on the couch.
the same sunday saw the neighbour engaged in almost similiar activity, in a slightly altered sequence. the neighbour had a shower before he hoggered as he preferred it this way.
focus, focus, darling, focus focus, said breadroll and (took pleasure in the repeated repetition) reached for the butter, i wouldn’t mind to be leisurely buttered. no at all in fact. alas, in fact, there is no policy.
if there was we would still lack a procedure, said block of wood (leisurely outfit: yummy apple pie on wooden board carved with traditional patterns, obviously bordered with succulent scoop of vanilla icecream, sided with roast potatoes).
non of that business now, this is serious business and we’ve got to be serious about it. let’s have a bite.
a breadroll, a sponge and a block of wood were rushing down the street, around the corner and into the shop. a breadroll, a block of wood and a sponge were seen rushing out of the shop, around the corner, over the street and into the house and people started talking about the fact that they were actually rushing into the house without rushing out of it before, however, talks ceased quite quickly after a while.
nothing we will do today, absolutely and entirely nothing, said breadroll.
can i not butter you a bit, said block of wood, just slightly?
no you can’t, said breadroll, there is no policy for that.
come on now lads, sponge said, we’ve got to be seriously leisure focused for the moment, sorry.
on the breakfast table. butter was there, leaned against the teapot, and melting. others choose not to draw attention to their personal or neutral material life.
have we come to a conclusion, said breadroll, and if so, what is it and would it be helpful for the process of coming to a decision?
that’s two questions, said block of wood.
and it’s already wednesday, said breadroll.
now after clarifying where we stand could we please bloody well proceed with the blooming week then, said sponge.
they agreed that this was a rather unusual and uncomely remark that should have been discussed with the team.
and now, sponge said, as we have summarised the week — and duly i should add — we shall proceed with it. in a desirably timely manner.
that’s a good plan, said breadroll.
well, actually, sponge said, there is no plan. we have to make one first.
make one, said block of wood.
yes, sponge said, make one, a plan, quick.
make one, said block of wood. early hours: two words.
a plan, sponge said, we’ve got to think.
think.
think. — harder.
three sunk into nothingness.
the sun was shining, shone on mr. willow’s forehead. the large forehead bathed in light. mr. willow was out to get greenery, grocery, shoppings and bits. he successfully ticked off the first 3 items on the list when he realised that money was short and queues were long.
that is a good example, he said, why nothing is working in this country. there we go again. no idea why that happens all the time with the superb job the government is doing.
we still are waiting for our word of the day, said breadroll.
i think you can imagine how we are waiting, said block of wood, it has some business impact at this stage.
yes, i am aware of that, said sponge.
a shame, said breadroll.
yes, i am aware of that, said sponge, it’s scheduled for friday now. for they moment we are asked to pick one of these:
bondsman proponent drill belove nectar judaism cycle necrosis upbring ascetic varitype vocal elmsford contest sextant wiery bolshevism macgregor telltale continuum
o, that stuff, said block of wood, now, that’s though.
we figure something out, said sponge.
bondsman drills proponent while the necrosis of an ascetic upbringing varitypes at the elmsford vocal contest.
lined up in a row they made a move in their jollily sad way.
you may flatten me, said sponge, but you cannot, err …
what, said blokk.
not yet, i haven’t worked that bit out, yet, said sponge, i am just counting the minutes of the meeting. in compliance with the latest hr policy i shall start with a rather small number and work my way up, trying to increment in small consecutive steps.
good, said blokk.
very good, said breadroll.
excellent, said blokk.
outstanding, said breadroll.
it was an early hour of reasonable fun.
o jolly o golly day, said breadroll.
you name it, said block of wood, o boy o boy o my o my.
the word of the day, said sponge, just came through, it is very embarrasing and won’t be revealed until tomorrow. they have to do some tweaking there. some editing as we go along i suppose.
that’s a shame, the other two said, we shall whack you then and proceed to some word processing.
good plan, said sponge, i wet myself, sit on a chair and wait until somebody takes a seat.
there’s nothing on tv tonight, absolutely nothing, de nada. a bleak screen, a few colours alright, some motion and some noise. and that’s about it. i swear to god.
consumers having been surprised about meeting pussy willow in the pub again were fairly satisfied with this explanation.
if you asked me would i want to be tortured, i’d probably say no, puss willow said, you know, it’s not being unsociable or what, it’s more the inconvenience involved — i simply wouldn’t be on for that, to tell the truth — no offence; but now that i happen to be in an american bar i rather put up with the cherry in my martini.
14.56 1,405.90
1,635.99 3,340.09
5,155.82 183,051.14
1,055.80 1,572.48
1,661.72 550.21
316.88 868.74
1,360.20 54.54
ahh, that’s lovely, said breadroll.
it is, isn’t it, said block of wood. he admired the figures. so petite, almost like figurines.
and that was a pun again, said sponge, a stupid one, if i may comment. asinine, so to speak.
i am in bad form today, said block of wood, why is it anyway that breadroll gets to have the opening line, each and every single time.
he doesn’t, said sponge.
he does, said block of wood.
that’s because of the alphabet, said sponge.
breadroll was wondering whether there was a policy on reports. is there, he said, is there, to emphasise his need and nose for news.
no reply.
block of wood a block of cellulose.
sponge unavailable, most likely important, selfmotivated task; otherwise: foamy material of undefined origin — probably imported. due to essential and long scheduled, essential and essential maintenance work on the main database replies unfortunately can be processed at this point in time but shortly, however, no earlier than tomorrow.
breadroll, sponge and block of wood were walking down the road, just like the old days.
and do you remember, said breadroll.
i never gave back my membership card, block of wood, no need to remember. besides. you dropped me an email.
that’s true, too, said breadroll, so, how are you getting on with the report?
i’m getting there, said block of wood.
at the corner they turned. at the next corner: same again. we are on the right way, said sponge, i should be able to tell. i printed the description.
it’ll be a long report though, said block of wood, once we are at that stage of finalising. when we get there.
three protagonists looking melancholic.
tequila and all, said sponge, it’s the may holiday. all that should be involved. prudently. where are the days when we used to frogmarch and chase eachother and be sat on? gone. outsourced. finito.
breadroll ciabatta intelligentia.
block of wood ikea practicability plus efficiency mingled with beechwood.
sponge alessi desaster but the cups do look great.
29 May, 2004 
