Sunday 26 June 2011

Mood Lighting

It's been a busy few days. I finally got round to cataloguing my gold earlier in the week. For most dragons, this is a task that could take months. Especially if you subcategorise by age, style, number of questing knights who have died trying to retrieve said item, etcetera etcetera.

My own hoard of gold is sadly depleted after a whole run-in with a knight back in the seventeenth century, but it's still no small amount. After a long day of counting and gloating and trying to make it into a bed (uncomfortable, but traditional), I decided to relax with a glass of wine and a good book, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight.  Unfortunately, after a little too much Echo Falls, I misaimed while relighting a candle, and...


It was only a very little structural damage, but the woman next door is looking for any excuse to get rid of me. I know it was her who told the landlord. I covered the worst of the scorch marks, and the hole in the plasterboard, with a tasteful bead curtain. I think the landlord noticed. I won't be getting my security deposit back, will I? 

I also went to see the fantastic Erasure in Cannock Forest. Of course, it rained the whole time. I thought I might stand out, a huge dragon in a transparent waterproof poncho... 


...but then Andy Bell leapt onstage wearing a red sequinned jacket. Scene-stealer.

Tuesday 21 June 2011

It's hard to type when you've only got three fingers and huge claws

Just because I'm a mythological  reptile, that doesn’t mean I can’t keep up to date with modern technology.  And dragons seem to be vastly under-represented in the blogging world. I suspect it’s because not many of us can type accurately with our claws. I've solved this by dictating to my helpful neighbour, Effie. If I were to type this myself, it would be something like this: 


Henlno ui am a dRAgon.,


You can see my point. 






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