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Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Hello everyone, it's been intimated that my previous post merely asking if "anyone has a clarinet lying around that they don't want" wasn't interesting enough to capture the imagination of South Bristols finest collection of internet based buying, selling, and swapping people (all 4,230 of you). Far be it for me to contradict the powers that be, the great deciders and gaugers of fascination, or the authorities on writing a quick advert, so I'm taking it upon myself to re-write it in a more exciting and exhilarating fashion which will hopefully draw in the crowds of clarinet-hoarders.
Toot Toot!
It's dawn. A low mist is clinging to the battlefield, rolling gently westward over the sun-starved swamps and barrows. A hundred long years have passed since the giant unicorn explosion had caused the planet to split in to two, spilling molten magma outward in snaking tendrils towards the centre of the universe. A group of swooping matt-black birds curl downward in a tumbling arc, piercing eyes scanning the ground for the mysterious clarinetof Caroombaqualla. "Where is it then?" said Robert the leader of the matt-black swooping birds. "Maybe it doesn't exist after all?" Colin, another of the matt-black birds replied with a squark "Why don't we ask on BS4 instead of searching here? There's 4,230 members on there, maybe one of them's got a clarinet instead that they don't want, and then we can all go home and have a cup of tea and some biscuits?
To be continued.


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