We traverse over desert and mountain to the cave of Al-Ken-Dod. Towards the domain of spectral demon Spazmo who holds dear Constance Gooselane.
Jeremy Kyle is quiet and moves with relative haste. Vernon Kay, the 'masterful' leads the path through the dunes with his powerful sage staff of Rambunction.
The going is tough, tougher than even the most daring ramble I have endured. Vernon keeps our spirits up with some of his mystical poetry which seems to provide endurance with every step we take. His latest opus is entitled 'Vale Of Tears'.
"Despite the harsh winds of the bolus of disgruntlement, (?)
We thrust ourselves over this desert like liquid silk.
Though the destination be filled with pain, blame and shame,
We falter not.
Terrible though the he-beast Spazmo be,
He scares not you nor me.
Only the brave shall walk in the footsteps of Vernon Kay.
The rest being unquestionably gay.
Only with this spirit shall we reap,
For to understand another's tears,
We must, ourselves, surely weep."
If the truth be told, at the great risk of sounding ungrateful or reprehensible; Vernon Kay is getting right on my tits.
11/09/06
Valley Of The Gyspy Kings.
