Wednesday, 11 June 2014


Having moved from a city to a village I am astounded that everyone knows everyone and all their business (real and imagined)

Friday, 23 May 2014


What you may ask has Beast been up to for a year. that dear reader is very good question. I got made redundant in December 2012 from my 26 year career and then spent basically a year floundering about full time working at Cafe C ( which didn't work out well ) , selling my house 3 times , buying a house , which dragged on till feb 2014 , due in part to the Church of England land grabbing half my garden ( I kid you not , i had to beat the pinching prelates off with a battery of solicitors and  stout stick ) and a swarm of wasps occupying my house which i had to fumigate the feck out of. Renovations commenced on an ever decreasing budget but i have finally manged to get the house into a very basic liveable space within the last month. Mr C hates my choice of blinds  , choice of kitchen worktop , choice of handles, me and is refusing pointblank to visit. . I don't much like his curtains so we are currently at a mexican standoff . I will publish pics when I find where I stashed them

Thursday, 22 May 2014

Beast is back

Well i will be when I get my laptop back :-)

Wednesday, 15 May 2013


We have eclipsed moons aplenty during May. This tends to make everyone go pretty much batshit crazy.
The first evidence of this starts to show up in my floor sweepings following a Cafe C party night.
What dear reader could be an explanation for this

Thursday, 30 August 2012


As Miss MJ prepared to launch the Infomaniac Personal Housekeeping Experience.
The lovely Gruchenka invites you to imagine her gently carressing your  sanded wood with her moistened mop or flitting about polishing your nic nacks and knobs.
You have to admit gentle reader this new offering from the House of Infomaniac is practically selling itself

***retires to lie down in a darkened room***

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

The Pelicans Brief(s)

We all love a legal thriller . John Grisham's sales figures will attest to that .
Well dear reader we are lucky enough to have one brewing on our  very doorstep.

Fellow Blogger Miss Scarlet has been having a ghastly time with a recent property deal gone bad , which I am sure she will be blogging about shortly .
During all this fuss and bother Miss Scarlet finally stamped a dainty foot and vowed 'to go legal' .
Great legal minds were engaged ......
Briefs were posted.....
Apologies for sending underwear were mailed...
Arguments were contructed....
Legal precedents were researched
Paralegals scampered
Wigs were straightened
Then Miss Scarlet got in a bit of a muddle
Finally the crack legal team ....cracked.
The upshot of all palaver is, writs are flying everywhere .
Miss Scarlet is simultaniously
Firstly Suing Mr C for a divorce on the grounds of unreasonable behaviour.

  An unremembered  marraige has come as a bit of a shock to Mr C  , this is probably becuase it never         happened , but lets face it after a drunken night of cavorting  at Cafe C and supping of the nectar from Mr C's magic shot bottle , anything however unlikely probably sounded like a good idea at the time .

Mr C is contesting on  grounds that 'What happens in Cafe C , stays in Cafe C' and has hastily  faked   produced a confession in Miss Scarlets own fair hand that he hopes will settle the matter

Secondly Slapping a restraining order on Mr Frobisher for harrassment and lude displays in public.

    There will be no contesting this one if anyone  on the jury  has seen Mavis Boyle Live at Cafe C .

Lastly Issued a stiffly worded Solicitors letter , berating our poor Beasty on the unsanitory state of his bed linen. to whit 'The Stinky Duvet'.
     Bloody cheek!

How dear reader would John Grisham weave together the strands of this ridiculous story and how would he satisfactorily bring us to the climax that we so deserve !

Heres hoping Miss Scarlet is now safe and sound and settled in her home , the whole ghastly business is behind her and she will be back blogging shortly

Wednesday, 18 July 2012


What has been happening in the World of Beast ? well settle down dear reader and I will tell you .

Obviously with Weymouth  a mere 8 miles from Dorchester being the venue for the  sailing events , Olympic fever has the whole area in its grip . We have endured 2 years of traffic chaos while they dig up every damn road for miles around . We have  a rubbish Olympic laser show on the seafront , more palm trees than you can shake a stick at and a multitude of international flags festooned across the entire area .
Finally after all this fuss and nonsense the Olympic Torch arrived in Weymouth on its way to the opening ceremony at the London Olympic Stadium   in a couple of weeks time.
On the evening the torch was due to rest in Weymouth overnight , Mr C was invited as guest of honour to the opening party for a new local hostelry. The champagne was flowing and Mr C remembers nothing from 10 pm till he woke up in his bed at 5 pm the next evening. With blinding hangover and  trembling hands he opened his Facebook page to be confronted with  this 

a.from the timing on the picture it was 5 am.
b. Mr C was completely wankered.
c. from the background it is Weymouth Beach.
WHAT WE DO NOT KNOW a drunken Mr C  got to Weymouth and back again
b. got hold of the Torch.
c.How the organisers got it back (Which they must have done as it arrived in Bournemouth the following evening....or was it a spare ???)

Answers to any of these mysteries on a postcard please.
Mr C will be keeping a legendary low profile for fear of ending up in the Tower .

Moving swiftly on
Frobisher has finally killed off his Alter Ego Mavis Boyle and has restyled himself as a Gentleman Disc Jockey for Cafe C's celebrated Saturday Nights.
Frobishers evenings generally commence with a well mannered  easy listening fest , the lighting is muted , the smoke machine is allowed a mere wisp.Frobisher is known to demand anyone having too much fun to be removed from the building and flogged by the burly doorstaff as an example to Broken Britain

This sedated scenario seldom lasts long as Mr C and his magic shot bottle get the better of our mannered master mixer . By midnight the cable knit cardie is hanging off the disco ball , the lasers are sizzling , the smoke is as thick as  pea soup ,  a howling Frobisher is gyrating behind the decks grinding out what I believe the youth of today call "banging tunes"
By 4 am   as Mr C finally is forced to switch the power off , the doormen are instructed to drag  a ruined Frobisher upstairs and dump him on his bed of shame

It is said that one should never look a gift horse in the mouth but they forgot to mention to keep your eyes on Mr C waving a always ends in wayward behaviour , partial nudity , bad language and  a crippling hangover ...... just ask poor Miss Scarlet.

And what of Miss Scarlet I hear you ask . Rumours abound that she has been spotted dancing a wild fandango in the flesh pots of Budlieh Salterton

She denies it of course . ..but then one would wouldn't one!
but it has to be said that it looks suspiciously like Miss MJ and the infomaniac dancers making free with the net curtains in the background of this photo.
I will leave you dear reader to marshall the available facts and cast your vote where you will
TTFN ;-)

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