Movers and Shakers

I has happily minding my own business, enjoying a quite evening in the dinning room when all of a sudden I was atacked my a unscrupulous band of misfits. My only option was to join in the oddety and bizzarly a passing cameraman happened to catch the whole lot on tape.


Either that or I over heard someone at the bar discussing the Harlem Shake. I wanted to try my bones at this new craze. I was a king at the peasent shuffel and voer the years I have learnt many styles. I am particually notable for my tap and chaleston.

For your viewing pleasure The Golden Fleece Shake

 

 

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City Scream

I got my bones down to city Screen to day to relax. I planned to go see Life of Pi, (not the same that I dine on at the Fleece) but seemed to scare of all the other customers and the projectionist. Hence the lack of company.

 

 

 

 

In the end I elected to watch The Lovely Bones becasue of my obvious condition. It was rather sweet and left me feeling both emotional and eager to return to the bar.

 

 

Also, here is me with Bruce Willis

 

 

What shall I do next week, any ideas?


Saul Goodfellow

 

Visiting Relatives.

I went to go see some friends and relatives yesterday. This can be a horrid prospect, but luckily, my friends and relatives are in the same sate as me, but they never had as much vigour.
Here is my Uncle Henry.
He was a bit of a jack of all, he worked for the butchers farm before I left that vile place. When I was young he was mighty fun. He used to give me brandy and whisky and wine, all in the same glass. When I was five I though he was doing my a favour, but when I returned from my travel and went to a bar with him, The Golden Fleece strangely enough, he was still drinking the same vile muck. I had a sophisticated taste by this time. I liked my whisky from the bottle and women to be younger, not older (if you know what I mean.)

This is a woman who I can't place but I'm sure I 'knew'.

 

 

After his brew started to effect him he began to challenge me on all I've done abroad. I think I called him something unforgivable. He pulled a blade and that was the first and only time I have been saved by wobbly floor boards. In his wretched state he fell back on his knife and that was the end of him. I got quite a bit in the will too.

All the best, don't forget to come into The Golden Fleece and say hello.

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Saul Goodfellow.

The Only way to Travel

Last week amid the hustle and bustle of the fantastic Jorvik Viking Festival I was given a treat. It was a new experience, and after 500 years I have come to find those rare indeed. My good friend and landlady of The Golden Fleece Inn took me to see some motorbikes. Now I have seen these powerful beasts on the street and always been intrigued. I have been told they are fuelled by 'horse power' but I cannot make heads or tails where these horses sit, so I was quite keen to see for my self. I had only had 4 pints of Old Peculiar, and got an early night the retiring at 3am with only a humble two ladies to warm my bones.

 

 

There were two breed for my to try. The first was a big orange Chopper.

This beast reminded me of a woman I once knew. Resting, she was fearsome sight lying twice as wide as I am tall. I took her round the block and she almost threw me off, but we worked up a good rhythm and by God I felt alive.

Second was this Triumph.

 Any bike enthusiast, who I can now call myself one of, will love this machine. Wheels had been changed for huge rollers like the belly of a pig. This one went like peasant at the bar too. I took her out of town and scared a few chickens.


Thanks to 659659 Taxis, who lent me the bike and let me put my foot bone down.

 
 
 
 If you need a ride, give them a call and I can pick you up in the chopper, if you dare.




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Next time you are in town, come cross glasses with me, you know where I am.


                                                     Saul Goodfellow

 

Morning all. Anyone know a good hangover cure.
I've had my hear spit many times before now, but this is something else.
The world looks grey and horrid, although that might just be how I see things. Come to think about I have woken up to a miserable day more often that I have forgotten the nights adventure.
Anyway, I might head out into town later. Cast my eyes over the lovely ladies, and perhaps find a hair of the ole dog.