To Scheme the Improbable Scheme.
Since Saira has publicly upbraided me for not updating enough, I thought I'd update more.
The main reason I've been so quiet of late is that I have been trapped in the zombie-infested city of Leeds. I popped up last week to keep Man-ion happy, only for a plague of the undead to be unleashed upon the town by a sinister government organisation. Manion and I spent a happy few days a-swinging our chainsaws and rescuing the odd hot chick from the claws and fangs of the horde. Sadly, on my last day there, Manion was bit by a particularly vicious zombie and swiftly succumbed to the undead curse. Without a sidekick to make dreadful puns with, a lot of the fun went out of the indiscriminate slaughter, so I liberated a bike and rode out of there. As I rode away, Zombie-manion rose from the dead and took one last lunge at me as a passing photographer snapped my escape...
Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion to... A week in (B)Leeds!
The main reason I've been so quiet of late is that I have been trapped in the zombie-infested city of Leeds. I popped up last week to keep Man-ion happy, only for a plague of the undead to be unleashed upon the town by a sinister government organisation. Manion and I spent a happy few days a-swinging our chainsaws and rescuing the odd hot chick from the claws and fangs of the horde. Sadly, on my last day there, Manion was bit by a particularly vicious zombie and swiftly succumbed to the undead curse. Without a sidekick to make dreadful puns with, a lot of the fun went out of the indiscriminate slaughter, so I liberated a bike and rode out of there. As I rode away, Zombie-manion rose from the dead and took one last lunge at me as a passing photographer snapped my escape...
Tune in next time for the exciting conclusion to... A week in (B)Leeds!