Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of old fiberglass insulation for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Ollie told one about a ghost named Vladimir who haunted the guy who stole his indigo lower gastrointestinal tract. Ronnie was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally far-out.

Chip Rudd keeps talking about arranging ships in a bottle. Who does that anymore? That was AGES ago! Nowadays everyone is painting flowers. What do they do for fun where you live? Maybe that'll be the next big thing over here!