Posts tagged ‘Liam Evans’

May 19, 2012

Slave Auction?

by 3arn0wl

Auction Day, and Liam Evans was convinced he was being hazed again when he saw the following lots up for auction in the catalogue:

April 27, 2012


by 3arn0wl

Opposite the castle bailey, where the audience had thrown throws and uncorked bottles of Snodding’s Plonk, lay moored: a raft. A stage upon which a boudoir Grand was precariously perched.

The Barbershop Quartet scatted some Liszt;

A young pianist from Poppleton High played some Beethoven; and

Hezekiah Pratt conducted a beautiful arrangement of Christina Rossetti’s poem, Remember Me.

But as the firemen began the Handel Overture, the platform began to sink. And what started out as Firework Music, ………………

April 22, 2012


by 3arn0wl

Lots of people have pledged to do lots of things:

But Beth and Liam Evans and their friends have decided to spend Earth Day with Moh Ahmeddoh, planting the acre of Acers that their father had planned.

February 18, 2012

Going once. Going Twice…

by 3arn0wl

It wasn’t clear whether Liam Evans was:

For, at the podium, in clearly enunciated tones, he announced, “One Night Stand”.

January 21, 2012


by 3arn0wl

Of course it was love at first sight.  It wasn’t in the sales though…  It was in the car park!  A Goddess.

It was obviously in need of a bit of T.L.C., but Liam Evans was more than capable of doing that.  And anyway he was looking for a project for the New Year.

But who was the owner? And would they sell?

January 1, 2012


by 3arn0wl

At the onset of a freshly pressed New Year, the people of Poppleton and its environs were pondering the roller coaster of the one just past.

After another stonking night at the Flying Pig he’d somehow managed to stagger home at goodness knows what ungodly hour.  By some not inconsiderable miracle, not only had he managed to find his front door, and located both his key and the lock,  he’d got upstairs to bed too – albeit still dressed in his Grandfather Clock fancy dress costume and his steel toe-capped boots.  It was well into the afternoon as the sun’s light was beginning to fade that DJ John Deere awoke and vowed never to drink again.

Some chance!

December 23, 2011

I saw three ships come sailing in

by 3arn0wl

In what has to be one of the most magical displays of the Advent illuminations, the boats on the Burbling were decorated with lights, which reflected beautifully on the rippling water.

Hezekiah Pratt was walking along the riverbank, and thought that some people gave their boats odd names:

  • There was a coxless pair in a boat called Madonna & child.
  • An Optimist humorously named Whither sail?
  • Old Jack Evans had somewhat prosaically named his narrow boat after his kids: Liam & Beth
  • The pretty little launch, so popular amongst the tourists was aptly called, La Belle, as was the lifeboat, Angel.

And as he walked towards the castle and into Poppleton, he hummed a jaunty carol and his heart rejoiced.