Meatballs in Timbuktu.
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Russell Brand saying he grew up on a pig farm.
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A video of moving trainers arriving in a club full of big bass sounds.
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Working on a milk round.
Meatballs in Timbuktu.
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Russell Brand saying he grew up on a pig farm.
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A video of moving trainers arriving in a club full of big bass sounds.
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Working on a milk round.
Holes appeared in my kitchen wall.
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I dropped a bag full of coins in a conference room and found an enamelled five euro coin. I was dressed in a towel.
I was in a shopping mall where every lunch-time local workers built competitive human pyramids that spun round 360 degrees. The lad on the top got stretchered down.
We travelled at lightening speed across the ocean in a silver and black speedboat. It was fitted with an on-board camera that displayed in real-time which creatures were being chopped to pieces as they got caught up in the propeller. When we returned to shore we saw a shoal of whale varieties in the bay. With them was a sea mammal new to me. I’d never heard of a “porcine” before, and there was nothing pig-like about it either, but there it was, playing with the killer whale.
I was backstage on a TV show where there was a dog-sitter. It was a human-sized badger dressed like Mrs Tiggywinkle.
I saw the smallest caravan in the world. It was just big enough for a table that had two full-size custard tarts on it. Then I survived two murder attempts and found lots of mini Easter eggs under the TV.
I decided to write Conan Doyle’s first draft of a Sherlock Holmes story.
After queuing up nicely, I was allowed to join a synchronised sheepdog trial. The sheep ran away from me, but the dog got me into the pen quite nicely. Then a load of strangers started doing acrobatics on the course.
I cracked open a rock and found inside two fossils – both already labelled.