I sold David Copperfield a two-headed duck today.

He also bought Blackbeard’s Booger, and Pancho Villa’s trigger finger.

I love working where I work. I also met Yakov Smirnoff the other day. It’s very surreal. I’m surrounded by incredible circus banners and sideshow gaffs and the old fortune telling machines and magic tricks and cards and things. The blue and gold macaws are always squawking and talking. I work with and for wonderful people. The shop is always filled with wonders and flowers and golden light.

Magic, indeed. 

In other news, I saw Jaws again, which I hadn’t seen since I was wee.

I was really interested in Great White Sharks for awhile.

It’s still such a hysterically great film. If you like sharks a lot.

I like this one, in particular:

In other news, I dreamt I had spiders in my nose last night.

They were kind of flesh-coloured, with large thoraxes and spindly legs. I pulled a mashed-up one out, and then later a live one crawled out as well. I was wondering if they had been nesting in there whilst I slumbered. Hmmm.. Curiouser and curiouser.

And I remember when I read this in a love-letter:

“CHRISTY (encouraged). Let you wait, to hear me talking, till we’re astray in Erris, when Good Friday’s by, drinking a sup from a well, and making mighty kisses with our wetted mouths, or gmaing in a gap of sunshine, with yourself stretched back unto your necklace, in the flowers of the earth.
PEGEEN (in a low voice, moved by his tone) I’d be nice so, is it?”

Oh yes- and I’m working on all the queries, fear not. All in good time.