[Campbell managed to banish his clone by helping Nepeta, of all things, although he doesn't realise it. He's just back in his flat now, feeling less irritable and sad and he has his guitar back! Which means it is now officially time to do what his clone kept saying he was going to do but never actually did.

He's sitting on his bed wearing The Worst ( Read more... )

If you're outside today, at any point, you might be...lucky enough to hear the sound of a delighted young Scottish man, from...above you, whooping and laughing hysterically alternately. If you look up, then, you'll probably see him, being pulled along attached by unbreakable ropes to ten albatrosses, which have made up their minds to try and fly ( Read more... )

[Campbell is sitting restlessly in a chair. It’s not his: he’s at Oh Aces, as a sort of sanctuary until the harpies stop being. Whenever that might be.]

This is dull. I cannae cope wi’ bein’ cooped up inside like this but I reckon I cannae cope wi’ my intestines being pulled outta my stomach by a metallic bird lady either so I dunno. Even getting ( Read more... )

[The audio cuts in in the middle of a sentence spoken quite quickly in an enthusiastic and very Scottish male voice.]

--but I willnae keep you waitin’ any longer, so here’s th-

[A pause.]

Actually, I may have to keep you waiting just a wee bit longer, Gold Boppers, because I think I might have gone loonier than usual, being as I cannae see the ( Read more... )