CRAZY TALK #32

Happy Birthday Crazy Talk!

I think you are one, my hands are cold though! 

I can’t even tell you where I am writing this from, the new home of crazy talk. The absolute crazy sausage. 

Pure sausage craziness. Sad snakes, cheeky monkeys and curious zebras. 

Yes, it’s Crazy HQ in the heart of Stone, Staffordshire. 

It’s cold though!! It’s -6 tonight. Clive is just measuring up the carpets. What a job. There are so many jobs, he’s just driven down from Crewe. No small talk, straight in to the carpets. Should I offer him a drink? Is that what we do. I might lie and tell him we don’t have anything in, because we just moved in, when we do really I just can’t really be bothered to make him one. Is that bad?

I am actually a very good liar which nobody likes to hear me say, but I think you just have to pretend it’s true and almost make yourself believes it’s true and then say it and then people believe you. 

I don’t do it a lot, but it’s handy sometimes like when you want to surprise someone with something nice and you need to lie to them. 

Crazy hey! More craziness to write but I can’t yet, I think I’ll be more crazy next year. 

I think I actually just create loads of things, stop censoring myself. Tell everyone things, change my mind loads, do silly stuff and not see it through, whoops! That’ll be me next year. 

George. Sarah. The Kiln. The Knot. Staffordshire. Mara. Oatcakes. Champagne. Books. Money. Business. Consciousness. Community, Love. Family, Home. Stoke. Change.

Something like that for next year.

Crazy Town.