Diablog is a perfect example of mis-management, or should I say total lack of any management?
You noticed, I arrived in the UK on the 21st.
Did someone greet me at the airport? No.
Did someone pick me up? No.
Was there any kind of transportation to my quarters? No.
If I were to depend upon the protagonists of diablog, I’d be lost. It wasn’t until four (!) hours after my arrival, that some friendly, familiar faces smiled at me and two beloved friends took me under their wings. Only thanks to them I did not starve or die of dehydration.
Since my arrival I had to fight all kinds of beasts: Turkey, Geese, Chicken, Pork, Ox, Cows, Trouts. They all – one way or the other – stood in the way of the greater good and had to be taken down.
Luckily, with the help of dear friends – neither Pete, nor Glynsky -, I have been victorious do far. All along fighting London Pride and the Old Speckled Hen.
It is a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. Today I did struggle with the foie gras for example.
For motivational purposes, here is John Carpenter’s “Assault on Precinct 13”,
Fight with us,