Once in a while, on scrumptiously rare occasions that occur often enough to get the Labyrinth's goat, I tease the Labyrinth about his age. The other day I got a good one in while he was telling a story about the teachers or something at his old schools. "Did you use the old slate and chalk? Or did you actually have pen and paper by then?" Yeah. Get that slate and chalk one up for me. And I got him good again tonight but since I'm so zoned out I can't remember how it went. So there once was a man whose house was built too close to a large tree. The growing girth of this tree was doing damage to the walls of the house and the only solution was to chop the tree down. The man didn't like this solution but what choice did he have? But when his wife caught wind of it, she said "There's no way you're chopping that tree down". And because he didn't want to do it in the first place, they moved into the barn and turned that into their home. The house they gave to the tree. Isn't that an amazing story? Now the same man was an owner of an Alfa (Alpha??) Romeo. Now that I'm thinking about it I'm not sure if it was an Alfa Romeo but it was some flash car that, to me, seem only to exist in legend. But for the sake of storytelling lets call it an Alfa Romeo. Anyway, he ordered away for a part for the car; a rare part, a part so rare that in it's place came a letter that said that the parts he was ordering were exclusively for Alfa Romeo parts and there were only five Alfa Romeo owners in the world and since he was not known to be one of them, what the hell would he want the parts for? He told them he had one. They said pull the other one, it's got bells on. He then took a photograph of some temperature gauge that's attached to the radiator (which apparently can only be found in an Alpha Romeo) and sent it to them. They wrote back asking to buy the car for 250 grand. He said he didn't want to sell his car, he wanted the fucking part. The Labyrinth has a wealth of amazing stories. I keep telling him to write a book of them. I hope he does coz if he doesn't I'm going to have to and that's not a good thing. Fantails are so hard to eat. Anna Paquin is my brother's age, though a couple of weeks younger. I do like Anna Paquin. She was great in The Piano. Anyway, I better go now. I want to cuddle up with the lover because tomorrow I go home. k.

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