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Seedpods: An update

Gentle reader, I beg your forgiveness for the scarcity of updates as currently stands. This is due to working myself in the ground in order to buy presents to celebrate the festival of a deity I have no interest in. I'm not entirely sure how I fell for it but needs must etc etc. I have, however found a few scant seconds away from the coalface to enlighten you as to the ongoing saga surrounding the proposed EIGHT FUCKING METRES TALL BRONZE GLOWING SEED PODS that WLDC propose to plant at the top end of Aughton street ("The Gateway To Aughton").

Well, sad to report, but our council's far-seeing, nay, visionary proposal have met with naught but beefy disdain from the town's ruddy-cheeked traders. As one they have turned their broad, materialistic backs upon the mystical vision whch even now haunts my dreams. Yea, even the mighty Scott's butchers, which in its policy of selling as much game as is humanly possible I have hitherto regarded as a beacon of sanity in an otherwise godless world has proposed that the "monstrosity" (his words, not mine, I believe I have made my approval of the EIGHT FUCKING METRES TALL BRONZE GLOWING SEED PODS obvious). The traders, displaying a breathtaking ignorance of local governmental funding policies have suggested that the money be spent instead on "something for the kids" to which I would reply the kids already have their skate park to have fights on as well as all the Zeppelin they can drink, what the fuck else do they want? What about those of us who want to see EIGHT FUCKING METRES TALL BRONZE GLOWING SEED PODS eh? Eh? What about us? Should the proposals fail to go through I reserve my right to take to the streets. You have been warned.

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