...And The Poo Bag - Teaser Poster

2 of 2.

- TONE.

The Key... - Teaser Poster

1 of 2.

- TONE.

Work in Progress...

I know, I know. The amusements have been few and far between recently. You see, we’re all taking a few months off to work on making ‘Major Gubbins’ the best it can be. So don’t you be thinkin’ we’ve stopped, or got bored, or died?... Hopefully not the last one ay.

We’re just busy doing what it is we do. Trevor and TONE. have been doodlin' profusely. Minor’s been reviewing everything from oak trees to Deal Or No Deal. Leroy’s been rustlin’ up culinary concoctions. Emily’s started interviewing the local characters here in Fakemoor. And me, well, I need to pull my finger out I guess.

'Work In Progress...' by TONE.

But anyway, in the meantime, TONE. has provided this splendid sketch for you to ogle over. 

Cheery'o,

- Major Gubbins

Zero Tolerance

So here it is, 'Zero Tolerance', the next track to be added to my monthly compiled album 'Intimate Moments in Public Places'...

...Albeit a week later than I'd previously planned thanks to Mrs. Pea and her broadband killin' clippers.

- Major Gubbins

Neighbourhood Sketch - Mrs. Pea

Hello, er, TONE. typing. Roughly a week and a half ago, I was, erm, round at Mrs. Pea's, the old lady with long sliver hair, who lives below us, but not directly below us, sort of right a bit. 

Anyway, Mrs. Pea has a, er, little garden, that she loves, and she does all the maintenance even though she's approaching her late-nineties. Things like repotting her pink azalea, deadheading her sweet pea's, and trimming her climbing roses...

'Mrs. Pea' by TONE.

...Which is what she was up to when I rested on her tiny plastic fence thingy, the one that separates her garden from the, erm, communal green... I think that's what it's called.

She was standing on a small set of steps, holding a pair of blunt looking clippers, and she mustn't have had her glasses on, cos she was cutting willy nilly. Then it appeared that she had come across a, er, really stubborn bit, cos she seemed to be using all of her might.

The second she finally cut through it, I heard Major shouting from Leroy's, so I flew up to see what was wrong.

Turns out that it wasn't a rose shoot that Mrs. Pea was cutting through, but our telephone cable, and just as Major was posting one of his 'Major Music Monday' posts.

As you can tell, we've got the, er, internet back now, but it's been sort of nice being without it. Everyone's been more chatty, maybe I'll ask Mrs. Pea to cut though our telephone line again soon.

- TONE.