Since
I’ve known him, Barry Surreal’s life has been a series of random non-linear
events that may or may not be connected.
I found this diary in a metal mop bucket with wheels on outside the School
Janitor’s cupboard over eight years ago[1] and
now for the first time ever, I can reveal the secrets behind Barry’s St. Evander’s School Orchestra musician of
the year award preparations, the day he managed to get the top off a
highlighter pen in a partially-haunted cupboard, the day he slipped into a pair of apple-catchers, and the adventure(s) he had in
the tunnel under the all-weather pitch (apart from the last three).
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| Metal Mop Bucket (Sans roues) |
All the facts in this blog are not facts and
any resemblance the characters bear to people alive or living is purely
intercontinental. Barry attended St.
Evander’s between the twentieth and thirtieth centuries and excelled in many
subjects including but not limited to dinner time and playtime. His favourite food was Orange (the colour,
not the fruit) and his favourite pastime was indolence.
Read on brave listener and
allow Barry Surreal[2] to
encloak you with his own words from his own pen with the absurd asymmetrical
world he saw through his wide innocent eyes somewhere between tranquillity and
Wales. I have added footnotes to explain
things you may not be interested in nor care about. Barry wanted someone to find this diary and
read it. If you know why, please tell me
because he won’t.
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