My new jailor seems to think I've earned enough to have posting access to the network. Good behaviour or he is just trying to keep me from getting too bored. Hell if I know.

[His voice is bitter, tired and hoarse, like someone who has not used it for anything but yelling for a long while]

So this is how it is now. I get to sit in my cage like a good little doggy and watch the children play outside. Don't worry. He's made quite sure the muzzle is nice and tight.

Having fun with your new influx of information, New Moore?

Maybe if I am lucky someone will slip some poison in the kibble.

We should talk.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY


Stop wanking over everyone's ~source material~ and get your arses down to the Nancing Phony!

Also my birthday was two days ago, fuck you all very much for noticing, so we're celebrating that too. Not that you should need more of a reason to get twatted today but there you have it.


OI CONRAD, YOU MIGHT WANT TO STOCK UP. Sorry for the lack of warning, mate. No I'm not.

[ A string of PRIVATE TEXTS ]

Sherlock, you could have at least left me a drink.
- GL

You know it's usually the cat that leaves corpses as gifts about the house, not the other way around.
- GL

Ten minutes.
- GL
[ about two minutes later, another one ]

You have a look at our little sitcom as well?
- GL