10 minutes later the girls were back at Trout Pond which was lovely and peaceful and not a protestor or occupier in sight.

Well I guess we have to make our own 99% signs for next week. Laura I assign you that important task. Please use five different colors and make it reversible my dear. I will do the carrying of the sign and posing for the press. Sound fair?

Quick Comrade Laura and Linda, retreat to Trout Pond, enemy approacheth.

I dropped the bloody precious sign that I was just enjoying holding and scarpered as well advised by the young lad, taking my followers with me.

Luckily the crowd hid me and although the old lady looked high and low for me I was gone, or should I say MIA , Missing in Action.

Hey Princess, the old lady is on her way back and she looks pretty miffed.

You had better scarper fast, said a young boy on top of his dad's shoulders, both carrying matching signs with important political messages.

Evict fossil fuels , it is time to clean the park.

I want the government to listen to the people, read the lad's sign. Smart one he was.

I turned round and sure enough the old lady looked very irate. She was marching towards me, frowning keenly, as sprightly as a 20 year old! Yikes. The old folks get too much sea air. They are way too healthy.

The sign was mine!!

I got all the kudos for a great sign with none of the boring work in making it. Who is better than the SP, who beats the system every time!

I am so good at The Occupy Rally, maybe they will make me the chief speaker next week and a handsome boy will spot me and I will be the gal who wins his heart......

Check out my new profile pic on Match.com and Facebook in the meantime.

Free bread and butter pudding ! With Vanilla ice cream! I said to the old lady with the much coveted yet another super cool 99 % sign

I'll watch your sign, hop along you need nourishment at your age out in the cold. Please their bread pudding is legendary.

Oh, what a delightful young lass you are, don't mind if I do, just watch my sign carefully it took hours to make with four different colors. I am starved this Occupy Hamptons is exhausting at my age, but more fun than bridge. My son made me promise I would not get arrested.

Mam, did you just say arrested? The coppers are on their way , I just got a revolutionary tweet from a comrade, go hide at B Smiths and stay safe.

So off she toodled , licking her lips at the thought of the free pudding, ( oh dear) leaving me in full charge of her sign!!! Victory!

Hey you are full of energy, said the lady. Check out our sign it is reversible !

Who needs reversible jackets when you can have two signs in one! Even cooler the other one had the same famous Zuccati Wall St occupier slogan that I saw in a New Yorker cartoon on Monday.

We are the 99%.

Yeah this is the It Slogan that no one knows what it means exactly yet it means so much.

We are the 99% who like ice-cream !

We are the 99% who hate getting up early!

We are the 99% who work harder for less money than you Wall Street softies!

We are the 99% who ride our bikes to work!

We are the 99% who want to find a fantastic boyfriend to love and adore us till the end of time.

We are the 99% ... blankety blank.

You just fill in the blanks with whatever you like and you are off and you can be an occupier!

Free Bread and Butter pudding for all Occupiers at B Smiths. Hurry whilst supplies last. I pointed to the nearby Sag Harbor famous restaurant.

Poor lass you look exhausted with the strain of carrying that heavy, heavy sign. I will take the left side, ease your weary limbs. They are serving twig tea and nutmeg bread and butter pudding to the protestors at B Smiths, I lied, if you are peckish, I will watch the sign whilst you are gone. I ever so nicely in the style of the Kol Nidre Robot outside Tokyo 7 , ever so nicely pushed her off her end of the sign , pointing to the restaurant across the street. Go rest, replenish, breathe.

Main Street Yes, Wall Street No! I shouted in my most exaggerated Scottish brogue, press where are you?

Linda, Laura, over here I waved to my friends , take a picture, i need a Facebook profile action shot.

Lady we are supposed to be sharing things now, kindly let go of the sign... But she hung on firm, rotter. Where is the Kol Nidre Tokyo 7 bouncer robot when you need him.

Jacques, borrow that lady's sign, she won't miss it for a few minutes whilst the press are here.

It read - It is not a recession, it is a robbery. Another one hiding behind a big sign, where's the bravery in that I might ask.

However the message was clearly Deep with a Capital D. Wish I had thought of that. I wish I could rob her of her sign, then she really would have something to complain about.

I noticed my friend Jacques in the crowd. He had no sign.

Instead he smiled and did the peace sign, apparently satisfied with his contribution to the movement.

Jacques, I hissed, Urban Zen are making signs I heard, only $299 each, run and grab us two good ones oh please!

One of the leaders of Occupy Hamptons had 5 agenda items on his sign

The items were listed in Roman numerals making them seem more important. The items themselves included blah, blah, blah type of things like introductions, speeches and announcements, a tad run of the mill and I wanted to encourage him to put something bit sexier on the list, like all single men over 30 to kiss the SP and all her friends until given the order to stop, but there is no way I was going to be the only one wiggling my fingers facing the ground showing disapproval.

Everyone was shaking their fingers and I noticed no one disagreed on anything the leader said.

They may have been too shy or embarrassed to point their fingers to the ground and shake them as they would look too silly.

So overall consensus seemed to be the name of the game.

Another chap's sign was so enormous his whole face and body was hidden, nice one.

It read - we can no longer accept human sacrifices to the Demi- Gods of the free market temple.

Who knows what on earth it means but it was politically vague and super cool and I wanted it for Trout Pond, not sure if I could fit it on the bike, or Linda's Beetle, but still that is logistics.

Loads of people had really cool signs except me.

End War and Feed The Poor. A little girl held up a sign bigger than her, lucky thing.

Everyone who was anyone had a large sign

This lady was proudly holding up , Teachers are 99%.

I felt quite naked simply repeating everything the leader said without a decent sign. Donna Karan should sell them for folks who forget theirs or were too lazy to make one themselves.

Err Excuse me fine Sir Mr Speaker but there is already a strong movement at Trout Pond gathering momentum as we speak.

We meet next week at 2pm please bring your own signs, vegetarian sandwiches and swimsuits, caps not required, towels will be provided, but you have to share them to save energy costs, I piped in, to large applause. And if you are sexy you can come back to me for a shower and back rub.

Boy, this Occupy thing is fun and could potentially lead to a few hot dates.

Meanwhile down at the old windmill the crowds had assembled and The Occupation was going strong

Everyone agreed by shaking their fingers in the sky, to meet at different locations each week to give the movement a chance to grow across the hayfields, beaches and plains of the Hamptons.




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We posed for the two wee lassies walking around the pond and all three agreed Occupy Trout Pond a huge success.

We agreed we would meet there at the same time next week but next time bring cheese sandwiches and blankets and a sign saying Trout Pond is for Everyone and a spare fluffy towel for any potential brave swimming revolutionaries, who could handle the icy spring water.

Free Trout Pond! I shouted.
Free Trout Pond! My friends shouted after me in a nice echo. The girls looked at us as if we were bonkers.

Before we went to the appointed windmill on the Long Wharf , the girls did a dry run, called Occupy Trout Pond.

I lay across the deck like a slug, listening to George Harrison on Spotify, as it is a sun trap there, and then jumped into the pond so I could physically embody the occupation by swimming around with the giant turtle whilst calling and repeating a few slogans and waving my fingers in the air to signify I agreed with myself. Sadly no one was at the pond to appreciate my efforts. We had no signs either so Laura looked pensive staring at the water, silently preparing the next political mantra,which we all considered the next best thing and not as much work as slogging inside making a sign instead of enjoying the fresh air and fall colors of the pond.

Don't forget to make a decent sign and say something original SP, I will be watching and keeping the crowds in order and the polis ( Glasweigan for police) at bay

Hurry it starts very soon. He wuffed annoyingly, Bossy Paws.

SP, it is Occupy Hamptons today, you better stop stealing all the free food and asking for more cheese from Art at the Sag Harbor Farmers Market and go and make a sign and do your bit to save the world.

The wee duggie, had a Poranj Disorient hoodie, obviously just back from the Playa too. He was a bossy wee mutt chasing me away from all the free goodies and tastes so he can eat them all himself no doubt. Who wants to occupy when you can nosh and schmooze instead?

A huge loss to us all poor Steve Jobs left us, only 56.

Just like the death of Princess Diana, another tragic loss, it seems all the press was consumed with Steve Jobs. The Apple shop windows were covered with messages on post it's and flowers. Here The New Yorker has Jobs waiting for his sign in position in heaven, whilst Peter checks his IPad for the details. Will he designing The IPhone 5 for all the angels now? They surely could benefit from a time management smart phone. I think heaven probably needs a face lift by now and a glass cube at the entrance and a magnificent glass staircase to lead you up to the pearly gates would not go amiss. Our loss is their gain. He changed the world as we know it and has set standards that we all must strive to achieve.
In his Stamford speech he said, "Don't settle." I will take that to mean SP go for the True Love connection and nothing less. A message for us all.

Happy 5772 to one and all.

SP, this is to be your year and guess what we saw your name in the Book of Life, under best dressed Shul Attendees and very high in the Most Fervent Prayer Category. You are in, go have fun now so you have something to apologize for next year.

The Tokyo Seven Robot told us you bought the leather dress, if you can't sin in that, there is simply no hope for you, so go enjoy and Chag Sameach, one and all.

Their mechanical ears whirled round and round in the most jolly fashion.

And a happy new year to one and all from The SP.

In you go now Missy, he glared rather forcefully, for my taste.

He took a step in my direction and hoisted me into the store,by the scruff of my neck, where the staff had laid down the red carpet for me and picked out some Kol Nidre knockout dresses.

Half an hour and $599 poorer I ran out with an Italian GF mauve leather dress in hand. The warrior smiled at me sweetly when I left and gave me the thumbs up sign.

"See you for Sukkoht! Have an easy fast and happy 5772. He will surely inscribe you now, you will make it for glamor alone."

I rushed home excited about my grand entrance to Shul when I remembered you don't wear leather on Yom Kippur. Darn. That heimeshe warrior robot could have warned me, rotter.
Ah well it is a great date dress and after all this fasting and prayers my date luck must surely improve.

"Oy Va Yoy, SP, do we have some fabulous bargains inside for you, my dear, step inside,Ma'am.

According to my watch the fast doesn't start for one hour so plenty time to shop. Don't you need something new for Shul tonight? You must make a big statement so you get noticed otherwise you may miss entry into the Book.

A Jewish Robot warrior, who knew. One thought all the Jews had moved to the upper west side, but not all it seemed or the owner had given his warrior some fine coaching.

On the way to services I noticed a Japanese warrior was standing by The window of Tokyo 7

Certainly one way to stop Shop lifting.

Perhaps they were strolling elegantly through the park on a first date.

Together but apart, no holding hands yet. The Tree Lady had fared way better than me as her Date had turned up, on time.

As the many branches below her legs would make buying shoes quite pricy, she had gone for the bare footbranch option, and despite this she walked tall and proud. Her hand outstretched as if beckoning her date to seize it and seal the deal.

I wished her all the best with her new beau, making a mental note that walking barefoot in the park was obviously back in again.

During the few important days between Yom Kippur I had a blind date in Madison Square Park.

He was an hour and twenty minutes, slept in for 1pm date, great start, so I had to chance to enjoy this brand new sculpture.

Adam and Eve, Man and Wife, two souls descended from trees, were frozen mid stride in the clearing by the back of the park.

The bay glowed a soft,milky orange pink hue.

A perfect sunset must mean a perfect year. My conscience was clear and I was ready to go out and bungle things up again.
Maybe He would answer my fervent prayers and lead me to my Mr. Right, or at least I might make it to a second date. Things can only improve at least, especially as I made a point of going to Services several times in highly visible outfits so He would spot me in the repenting crowds.

When the sun finally set, at 6.20pm, I knew as I had been counting down for hours, I leaped into the sky for the pure joy of it being over!

The first mouthful after a fast is always so delicious. I was free!

Like many good Israeli's I decided to spend the second half of Yom Kippur on the beach with my cousin.

We diligently counted every minute we had left to fast and I did some meditation to add to the righteous mood of the day.

Three violinists serenaded our prayers with joyous hebrew tunes

In the Shul of New York, Rabbi Burt Seigal believes Shul should be a joyous time, even Yom Kippur. When we repent we are to repent not being the best person we could have been at all times. Also we are not to be hard on ourselves and relax knowing Him( or Her) up there will forgive us. Works for me. In the US things are more laid back in general, one of the reasons I moved here!

Happy 5772 to all the Jewish Mensches and Princesses who follow the blog

Here I am, as a London Facebook friend pointed out, in the cheap seats, in the Angel Orensz synagogue on Norfolk Street, deep in the lower East Side. For Kol Nidre night many Jews like to make a showing to ensure a last minute guarantee entry to The Book of Life. If you get omitted or knocked out the book, who knows if you will see 5773, better not to take a chance.

I had ten days to get my apologies in before Yom Kippur. I had been told at Romemu by Rabbi David in his booklet that the apologies had to be heartfelt.
In saying that in all my years on earth, I do not remember one person ever apologizing to me. Noch! I thought about apologizing to the dopey bloke who broke my heart over a trivial nothing, for upsetting him to the point that he ended it. But should he not apologize to me, he skipped off scot free, whilst I wailed and sobbed for many a long night. If I apologize he would think me nuts and a stalker no doubt. So best left alone rather than compound damage. I settled on a nice note to my ex husband , not quite an apology but a heartfelt wish that he had a good year. I did not hear a squeak back, I never do, and maybe that is why we split. Still I had done something to ease my way into the fast and hopefully into His Allmighty's good Books or rather Book.

I asked my girlfriend to see if she could sneak it out as her dress was more billowy than my Dianne Von Furstenburg sheath thing that I had to fast for two days to wear.

Why not let her be the art thief and I can enjoy freedom a bit longer , maybe get a few more snogs in if I am lucky.

Sandrine just give the piece a wee shoogle, how easily does it come off the wall? Everyone's schmoozing and dancing and Banksy is guffawing with fawning art groupies and Hamptons hipsters. I will help you, slip it under your white Grecian summer gown,the folds will surely hide it,we will make a run for it. Go on, dare you!!

SP , you have great taste but this piece is 6 feet at least and will not fit under my dress no matter how " billowy" it is. I know how badly you want it, but would you not get tired of seeing coppers snogging every day on the Chateau wall when you yourself has no action whatsoever barring a few snogs on the playa and do they really count if they are not stepping up to become your NY Mr Right?

No, I won't do your dirty work for you as I hear life in prison is a little rustic and they might not let me take Devi my dog although I am sure all the lady prisoners would love a free makeover.( She is a world famous make up artist with a cute dog, who rarely leaver her side).

SP be content with photos of the art and go home and get a good nights sleep , my friends are all going to the American Hotel now for drinks, as am I, sans Banksy piece under my clothing, so get a grip, SP. You really are loosing your marbles, everyone says it and now I can confirm it. Wait till I tell my pals your latest art ruse, dopey thing!

She tapped the piece a few times for good measure, as if to impress it's most firm stuckness to the wall.

I sighed. Honestly no one obeys orders like they used to. My options had run dry and the coffers did not run to a spare $300k.

Defeat. She had a point though, who wants to see other folks especially policemen happily snogging away like there is no tomorrow when you yourself have not a snog option in sight, I might have ended up flinging custard pies at the smug coppers in jealousy and Banksy would probably have confiscated the piece back to keep it out of harms way.

As I was leaving I reached out to the Coppers Snogging piece and gave it a tap.

How well was it stuck to the wall? Would it really be noticed if it slipped under my DVF party dress. Wasn't I due some recompense after all those insults.

Yes I was considering life as an art thief for an instant, but really life without my gourmet vegetarian chef, maid, and personal stylist was not so appealing. I bet they don't make lemon spaghetti as a dinner entree in Prison.

That doggy piece as you call it runs for $300k

You Princess must be stark raving bonkers. I see you love my work but sell a few more blog posts first, daft lassie., ha ha blog posts are free! You can't afford the red dot let alone painting!

Now, that was below the belt. Feisty thing old Banksy turned out to be.

He stormed off and was surrounded by fawning admirers instantly as tends to happen to famous artists. So I never got my Banksy piece. He should be grateful for all my free publicity in this here blog, that should have been worth a free painting, a small one even, a scribble, something.

I danced into the crowd pretending to be totally unbothered by our interchange but inside I was miffed, how does he know I hardly get a snog, he must have inside connections somewhere.

I really did love his art and thought about trying to smuggle one out but they were too big and well glued to the walls. They probably anticipated someone might try lifting one. Rotters.

I am out of bed and dressed, what more do you want?

Banksy, such an honor to meet you. I am a huge fan. $250k is nothing for such great work and I do have a few gaps on SP chateau walls as Wee Mumsy is redecorating. But first let me correct you, since I now have returned from Burning Man, I have had 5 good snogs, not all of them fabulously good but one was, so you can't be casting these denigrations on my character. Before BM there was a gap but three years, not five. The chalk board which I got gifted did help as I got to pick my own message on the board and I wrote " Kiss Me." thinking I might as well cut to the chase and several of the more drunken burners obliged. It was also an order for those that were waivering.

Re my thoughts on your work let's ask the coopers and apes what they think and let them decide who is right.

This rat piece is obviously you as it is carrying a paint brush, big giveaway and I know you like rats as they come out and do their business at night like you!

Now you have confessed you would rather lounge around in bed in your pj's than go and work, so perhaps you should take a closer look at yourself before you tank into me. Ok so you still have a great new show even if you probably painted it in your jammies. I only have sporadic blog posts but I don't mind getting dressed in the morning , sounds like we are quits.

How about the monkey piece for $20 and I will forget about the attempted mean,unnecessary, cruel and vindictive comments on my lack of action of late, well before BM and I won't throw you in jail for SP Slagging, carries 5 year hard labor.

Ok I will go to $30 if you insist but will you throw in the doggy wall piece, please? I will take the rat one too for a round $50!

A few of you may have noticed that Planet of the Apes is having a second coming, and is all the rage, with some decent reviews even.

Banksy obviously smartly anticipated this and timed his show with the movie opening so giving the old apes another 15 minutes of fame. They must have paid him well. He sure knows how to garner publicity in fact I am hiring him to do my PR, if I could ever find him. Being a night time graffiti artist he is not the easiest to track down.

"Oy, you Irish Fairie Queen or whatever you call yourself , since when did you get the right to give all this commentary on my art. Everything you have written so far is a load of old tosh. I mean everyone has a right to make a stab on what my message is but you act as if you own my paintings the way you go on. Bye the way you are welcome to buy them, they are only $250k each, just a tad more than the porridge chairs you avoided paying for. You are royalty so it should be nothing for you. Those coppers are not snogging for glee just because they read your stupid blog or Facebook post or tweet, they are snogging because they felt like it, that's all. It is pretty obvious that being so snog deprived for so many years yourself you got carried away when you saw my piece and rambled on. So enough of the art interpretation , please give us all a break. You would be better off trying to snog someone at my opening or if you love my work buy one. I will give you the artist price."

Wow, it was Banksy himself , who knew he even cared about me or what I write, it is obvious he is a secret blog fan but daren't admit it, getting my name confused, I don't fall for that old chestnut. All this passive aggressive slagging means he loves me really.

Listen and watch how I handle this folks .....

After kissing they started dancing!

People were so jubilant to see this new face of the armed forces, who can blame them. Maybe the world is really shifting.

Ps you got first wind of it here on my blog.

Gosh this snogging is contagious

Banksy US fans started kissing and cuddling in the middle of the show in sympathy of the police coming out! Cool!

I wish someone would have grabbed me but nothing.

The new police are super friendly and have a smily face and wings.

The coppers are our friends , nothing to fear anymore.

Banksy was so nice taking up valuable wall space showing us a much sweeter side of the police force. Who knew! They really should send him a thank you note at the very least. Or put him in charge of their PR.

Oh me oh my, bobbies kissing

Well after HRH took off to Vac A and I took charge by punishing the looters with some compulsory SP blog reading,one critique per post required, it seems like everybody just got inspired, even the coppers who were supervising the reading groups and probably had a sneaky wee read themselves, and one and all decided to go a bit wild and let their true selves out in celebration of self expression.

Check this out - Banksy the famous UK street artist new piece shows two coppers having a snog in his new show in a disused factory space in Southampton.

Oh,la la!

Now the coppers are generally closed type of folks and this new flamboyant display of their sensuality was quite shocking to many of us as we expect the bobbies to be hitting us with their truncheons rather than kidding. Maybe all the looting was quite exciting a bit of action at last and that prompted the snog.

Or they started reading my blog and felt so bad about my single state and lack of ability to find the Skelly's Leader's Lair, that they started kissing to cheer themselves up.

Or maybe they were bored when the looting stopped and they had to go back to the humdrum catching people for speeding or rescuing cats from trees or whatever they do all day to keep themselves busy.

Banksy caught them at it and now you can see in the UK well things they are a'changing! Be free, do what you want! Don't get in our way. We will snog if we want leave us in peace.

I like this new sexy spirit which considering all the possible reasons was most probably inspired by my blog. Good job Banksy for catching it so fast and showing the closeted US folks what is really going on back at the ranch in the Smoochy UK.

Last week I was biking home from work when I saw this poster on 5th Avenue and 15th Street.

SOS - save our streets oh dear Princess. All is forgiven for being more popular than me.

Yes it was Wills and his bride, thingymig,( how soon we forget across the pond, Katherine I think) or was it HRH and her hubby, the animal disguise was so good, I was struggling to see who it was. Closer look, the kitten's hat was surely more Mumsy's style.

The Royal She who is the only one with higher status than moi, would never let her own LLS know she was asking for help from Little Old Me, but I know her well enough to read a sure sign by now.

They were making their fast getaway in a mini dressed as their pets hoping no one would notice they had no intention whatsoever of staying behind to clear up the mess in Croydon - or any other looting locations.

Naturally they wanted everything sorted out and back to normal by the time they got back from their Vac A as they call it here, so hence I was summoned. Nearly crashed my bike when I saw this.

Look you looters, you are giving the rest of us a bad name. Go home with your new iPads and google Scottish Princess , you will forget your grumbles and have a good laugh instead.
Community Service can be ten hours a day blog reading and helping me turn it into a movie. That should turn you all into law abiding citizens in no time. Disunited Kingdom today -laughing over a plate of steaming hot porridge tomorrow. There that was easy! Enjoy your Vac A , Mumsy, don't hesitate to reach out if there are any other problems back at the ranch.

This duck looks like a great new mode of transport

I love in Harry Potter the way they jump on dinosaurs and ferocious winged creatures and are sped to safety!

Hello Lucky Ducky, so sad all alone, let's fly away on an adventure together , what do do you say, I don't weigh much, well not a colossal amount. Would you like a little ricecake?

August 4th is Scottish Princess Day! It is my birthday today, hurrah.

This is me as a Bonny wee lassie in sunny Glasgow, even as a babe I insisted on designer cashmere. I never lowered the standards I am pleased to say.

As you can see even as a wee bairn I was alert and keeping a keen eye out for hostile invaders and the like. In those days the Skellys were safely underground and were simply plotting their evil takeover.

Tonight 55 loving and loyal subjects will descend on the SP pad to pay homage and deliver their expensive gifts. Any one coming empty-handed should return next year or do some quick gift shopping on their smart phone.

I wish I could say another year older another year wiser. But no amount of 5 Rhythm dancing seems to have knocked sense into me so I will guess I will stumble on or as Bob Dylan says, "Keep on keeping on."

My one prayer is for my prince to find me this year and for all my single friends the same.

So a night off from the Skellys unless they show up uninvited at the party.

Down with Batwings! She roared!

Wow this lass sure is a feisty one, just what we need to ramp up the stakes. Skellys beware, Jena is on it!

Looking for a Skelly Hunter, count me in lass.

Oh what great news! The New York Diva Jena La Flamme just came on board. She will go through the Skellys diet and get them off batwings and on a raw pure vegan diet! That will soon get them retreating underground forever , thanks Jena. You look super sexy too! This will encourage more folks to join us for sure!

Given my huge task of saving the world alone, I had better look sexy while I am at it.

To this end Wheylan Playa Couture designer created this Super SP garb!

Here I am modeling it at the pool at Pex Summer festival. Ok now I look the part, I am ready to start the hunt.

Here Skelly Welly, come to Mama.....

You will live forever

Another Skelly Art piece at the Hamptons Art Fair, this is what they say when they entice you to join their gang.

The smart retort is,"Who wants to live forever if life is simply preparing batwing souffles and washing grimy blankets. Keep eternity, Skellywag! har de har! You don't fool me!".

If you ever hear this don't be tempted, a forever lifetime of slavery is no fun, better to die young and free I say.

Another Skelly Fashionista

Only last night at Lyki Li summer stage central park concert, a fan was proudly parading this t-shirt.

No amount of coaxing would prevail her to burn it either. Ah well.

Why do I have to do everything myself?

This picture says it all. There is a whole world of smart, brilliant, brave people out there and yet it seems like only me is fighting the Skellys and I have to save the whole world single handedly when I would much rather be having a simple manicure.

Ok so Granny Glasgow knocked out two but that still leaves many thousands to go.

It seems everywhere I look people are wearing Skelly Logos and loving it, dopes!

I heard from a reliable source, one of my most loyal and loving subjects from Caledonia, that those that wear the Skelly Face logo are actually Skellys in disguise with human body masks. A hideous thought.

I will keep you posted. Returning to my investigations now.

Badly in need of help, all interested parties may apply here for the War of the Worlds 2, Battle of the Skellys.