Wormshill, Kent has a population of 198
[After one annoying thing after another, topped off by God showing up at the castle, it’s safe to say Crowley is not in the best of moods. In fact, the piles of empty bottles in his room could tell you that just as easily. As he’s drinking a bottle of...something (he wants to say whiskey, but it could quite possibly be port, he’s too drunk to tell the difference any more) he gives his journal a glare]
This castle, right? You think you’ve got it pretty good, then it goes ‘hey, you; happy guy, I’ve decided you’re too content with your lot, so I’m going to fuck everything up for you, enjoy!’. It’s a sodding joke.
[There’s another long pause as Crowley peers into his bottle, he was sure this was a full one. Huh. Maybe not]
Anyway, I was going to talk about something else. Namaqua Sand Grouse. Yeah, that’s it. They live in really arid desert, right? So while the mother is sitting on the chicks, keeping them all cool from the baking sun, the father goes off to the watering hole and sits in it. His feathers absorb the water like a sponge, you see. Each feather can hold up to eight times its own weight in water. So, when he’s all loaded up with water, he flies off to the nest so his chicks can have a drink.
How’s that for parenting?
This castle, right? You think you’ve got it pretty good, then it goes ‘hey, you; happy guy, I’ve decided you’re too content with your lot, so I’m going to fuck everything up for you, enjoy!’. It’s a sodding joke.
[There’s another long pause as Crowley peers into his bottle, he was sure this was a full one. Huh. Maybe not]
Anyway, I was going to talk about something else. Namaqua Sand Grouse. Yeah, that’s it. They live in really arid desert, right? So while the mother is sitting on the chicks, keeping them all cool from the baking sun, the father goes off to the watering hole and sits in it. His feathers absorb the water like a sponge, you see. Each feather can hold up to eight times its own weight in water. So, when he’s all loaded up with water, he flies off to the nest so his chicks can have a drink.
How’s that for parenting?