The
House
Hunt
-
July
1996
All
good
things
must
end,
and
with
great
sadness
I
departed
from
the
House
of
Gumby.
I
took
Marchant
III
for
a
ride
looking
for
houses.
It
was
the
first
time
I'd
been
cycling
for
a
while.
My
legs
weren't
too
happy
about
the
unaccustomed
exercise
-
"Vhy
are
you
forcink
us
to
do
this?",
they
asked.
"Why
are
my
legs
talking
to
me
in
a
dreadful
accent?",
I
wondered,
"Honestly,
I
can't
take
them
anywhere!"
"Vhot
do
you
mean!?
It
is
vee
who
take
you
places!"
After
much
to-ing
and
fro-ing,
I
have
settled
into
a
small
place
in
Enmore,
which
I
share
with
a
supposedly
finite
number
of
cockroaches.
It's
rather
grim,
and
the
traffic
noise
isn't
the
best,
and
the
carpet
has
a
funny
smell,
but
it's
home.
Now,
if
I
could
only
get
rid
of
those
pesky
microscopic
black
holes... |  |
Escape!
-
Dec
1996
I've
moved
to
sunny
Chippendale
again.
