once upon a time...

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Once upon a time when no one was looking because dark glasses were in that autumn, and no one was listening because the popular music of the time was loud and brassy, the key to life was stolen by two no good good for nothing partners in crime who passed it on with sly winks and too much blusher to the only cat they knew who was up with the jive talk and down with the kids. if all goes to plan she’ll sling it to the back of her knicker drawer and it won’t see the disco lights again, until one day in the winter when the clouds fall like rain and the word on the streets is bring on the black hole, because as everybody knew all along this was only ever just a temporary measure...

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

this is how you send bears in the post...

Oh my word it has been a tense few weeks...they should have been here two weeks ago and then last tuesday, and then they were due on saturday, and then thanks to the anti-cumbrian policy of a certain courier company for whom cumbria does not exit at the weekend, they finally arrived on monday...they are now here. bear books are in the building. i can stop dreaming about them in a frantic and un healthy manner (in the last dream they arrived as self-help pamphlets full of informative hints from the nineteen fifties.) and what follows here is a day in the life style picture diary of the temporary measure team's valiant efforts to make up for the delay and get those books in the post and out to all the lovely people who pre-ordered copies. (if you printed the pictures off and flicked through them in a flick book fashion it would be like watching a strange documentary.) 


and it goes a little something like this...    


our coffee whisperer @sycamoresykes did not like posing for this picture, he is not a fan of heavy lifting. he a fan of making beautiful cappuccinos. which is why he is in the photo, my dad was unloading so fast the camera couldn't catch him...


this is me doing my Very Best Handwriting signing copies. note the disordered and mildly hazardous work space. this is why elvis has been trained not to let anyone upstairs...


this is 'the boss' at work, she also answers to 'queen of all things everywhere' or 'captain jayneway'. note the ordered worktop and precision piling. she brings order to chaos. we would be lost in space without her. my mum.

you have to sneak up on @sycamoresykes to get a picture of him. like all bearded primitives he believes photographs steal your soul...
(check out my pumpkin, spooky yes? a poll of customers concluded that it was not spooky, but was in fact a 'happy' pumpkin. what do they know. the standard of customers that day was poor.)
we took all our parcels to the post office in black bin bags. we looked like naughty santas. apologies to georgette taylor for showing her address...only send her nice things please.

and so they are on their way...if one lands on your doormat in the next day or so let us know what you think! 
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