The Llama’s gathering

Juicelog Sat 161206: The Llama (AKA Claire) has to go into her winter hibernation at this time of the year. In order for her to have a long and peaceful sleep she needs to be doused with haddock incensed holy water by an allegiance of impudent lowbred drolls. An electronic summons directed us to The House of Flesh situated in a deep dark remote and concealed area that struggles with broadband internet and pizza deliveries (i.e. Upper Clapton).

With her trusted flatmates by her side (Joe and Leve) we centred ourselves for quiet drinks and lesbian cheesecake before proceeding with the official departing ceremony. A few doorbell rings later, plan L was binned as it was not able to cope with the many digressions and deviations thrown in: