Thursday 29 December 2011

An Open Letter to the Wombles of Wimbledon Common

I felt the need to be creative today so I kind of went with it.
This is the result! It takes quite a long time to make something look like this.
It is a letter from Lady Budapest (AKA: Liberated Womble) to the Wombles in Wimbledon.
Yup! I need a life! I was going to use this as some kind of blog background but it's all the wrong proportions!

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Transcript: (with errors)
Dear Comrades of Wimbledon Common
I Remember the days I wasn't behind the times, though it seems oh so long ago now, long lazy days spent not worried. Remember the fun we used to have? Long before the death of dear Madam Cholet, before the trouble with Orinoco and the police, before Wellington got caught up with those crystal meth dealers and Bungo got shot.
Those beautiful crazy days, picking up detritis, Taking the papers to Tobermory, I remember it all as if it were yesterday.
Poor Tobermory, he never deserved the way left things with him I never stopped loving him, I just couldn't stay with the cameras and everything. I just think that Uncle Bulgaria had other options instead of getting a documentary team in; things weren't that bad, even if we were in debt. I had even thought about coming back to the burrow but then what with getting involved with Mike Batt, it just seemed to me that he didn't care about us Wombles or the music at all just the money. I really wish it didn't have to be this way but I think it needs to be. I need to be able to live with myself and such rampant capitalism and disregard for not only my own feelings but those of poor Adelaide! Not having her appear until she got that wonky nose sorted was just grotesque behaviour on the production teams' part. So yes, if anyone of you guys left in Wimbledon every need a safe place to live away from the iron rule of Uncle Bulgaria then please keep in mind your cousins in Cambridge.
We all love you dearly
All my love and thoughts
Lady Budapest xx
The Liberated Womble.

Quite obviously the poor Womble was very emotional when this was written so some sentences do not make complete sense.

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