My sincerest apologies for my rather tardy commencement of perhaps the most highly anticipated blog of the year. Self-indulgence aside, salutations to you dear reader, I hope this first entry finds you in the most kosher of circumstances, as I Luke Chilton Mitchell Esq. am on the other side of the world embarking on the greatest Rumbustification known to...myself.
Which brings me to the title. You see when I was a young wart-hog, yes when he was a young wart-hog...I stumbled upon a piece of literary genius by one Margeret Mahay known as , The Great Piratical Rumbustifiaction; the Librarian and the Robber. Now it seems fitting in my journey that this be the title to mine and mine companions adventure. I am a pirate, foul-mouthed, loud-mouthed, scurvey-mouthed (despite incessant swilling of berocca) and with a penchant for mahogany limbs and eloquant parrots, I am indeed a pirate. Not to mention the rumbustification side of things. A rumbustifiaction you see, is the party of a pirate, with the cursing and the 'arrrrring' and of course the drinking and as you all more then likely know, I 'the Pirate' am partial to a rumbustification or 7.
Then there is 'the Librarian'. More knowledgeable then the average man, and sometimes quieter then the average man, but it is his thirst for the next book, or beer, or blurb that makes him Lee, 'the librarian' our second chapter to the book.
Which of course leaves us with 'the Robber'. My current travel partner, one Martin Teunis Spits, who is after all on a mission, nay a holy pilgramgage of conquest, to rob and steal one fair maidens heart (let us pray dear readers that it is more then one). The robbers must use stealth, guile and cunning and don a balaclava (or a lambskin) to take what he so desires. So we wait in eager anticipation my dear readers to see if 'the Robber' will truly rob or instead fall a few feet short of the mark due to sheer laziness...
So I bid you adue, for now my friends with the promise of tales to come. Where 'the Pirate' and 'the Robber' conquer the house (or country) of the rising sun then move onto the oxymoron that is the land of the free and the home of the freedomless, until we meet 'the Librarian' admist our travels.
Good night and if you believe in god may he/she/it bless.
Luke.
Which brings me to the title. You see when I was a young wart-hog, yes when he was a young wart-hog...I stumbled upon a piece of literary genius by one Margeret Mahay known as , The Great Piratical Rumbustifiaction; the Librarian and the Robber. Now it seems fitting in my journey that this be the title to mine and mine companions adventure. I am a pirate, foul-mouthed, loud-mouthed, scurvey-mouthed (despite incessant swilling of berocca) and with a penchant for mahogany limbs and eloquant parrots, I am indeed a pirate. Not to mention the rumbustification side of things. A rumbustifiaction you see, is the party of a pirate, with the cursing and the 'arrrrring' and of course the drinking and as you all more then likely know, I 'the Pirate' am partial to a rumbustification or 7.
Then there is 'the Librarian'. More knowledgeable then the average man, and sometimes quieter then the average man, but it is his thirst for the next book, or beer, or blurb that makes him Lee, 'the librarian' our second chapter to the book.
Which of course leaves us with 'the Robber'. My current travel partner, one Martin Teunis Spits, who is after all on a mission, nay a holy pilgramgage of conquest, to rob and steal one fair maidens heart (let us pray dear readers that it is more then one). The robbers must use stealth, guile and cunning and don a balaclava (or a lambskin) to take what he so desires. So we wait in eager anticipation my dear readers to see if 'the Robber' will truly rob or instead fall a few feet short of the mark due to sheer laziness...
So I bid you adue, for now my friends with the promise of tales to come. Where 'the Pirate' and 'the Robber' conquer the house (or country) of the rising sun then move onto the oxymoron that is the land of the free and the home of the freedomless, until we meet 'the Librarian' admist our travels.
Good night and if you believe in god may he/she/it bless.
Luke.
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