Brixley here, once again my fine feathered friendlinarians I shall be leaving you with a short excerpt from one of my earliest diaries, Moe. Never fear howeverly since I shall be updaltering you on the post-math of the Disco Tent. Enjoy.
Dear Moe 23/5.3/33
My manuscript for Wilhelm Doomtron and the Robot Spacebot has once again been rejected. I don’t see why the editor couldn’t understand Wilhelm’s motivation behind purchasing such vast quantities of cheese. They must be anti-dairy or communist.
In other news, I have my first job for the paper. I have to write an article on the benefits of Pythagoras Theorem in life, so far I’m drawing blanks although maybe my pen needs refilling. J.R. Bingham has agreed to proof my work for an Old Fashioned which I have decided to give him after proofing, since he can’t hold his drink.
I have been invited to a soiree at the town hall on Thursday so I better go and purchase a nice tuxedo for the occasion. Until then.
Ah, I remember that first tuxedo like it was yesterday.