Rochelle its been a while, but thank the Lord you’re still here, keeping this little corner of the internet full of creation and surprises. I’ve been signed off as being unmotivated and tired by myself, still have to “work” sadly, but thats what its like being trapped in a job which you used to love and seemingly unable to get out. Institutionalised as Red from Shawshank would say. Anyway, 100 words, based on the picture:
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
My late Father, my behind time Grandfather and my extremely belated Great Grandfather were all Farmers. Gong Farmers.
Barely a single passing passed them without knowing whose it was or what they’d had for dinner. Life was tough and so there was only so much available.
Then Monster Munch, Fluorescent Socks and Benidorm arrived changing global dietary habits.
My father started finding packets of white powder among the Bottom Fudge, making quite the collection, until he sadly succumbed after swallowing a second-hand smidge of Death-Cap mushroom.
I now employ folk to farm the Gong for me, and believe me, it’s Good Shit…
The Count Of North Clifton 
Did your ancestors travel in a flying teapot? The last time I heard a Gong story like that, there was one of those involved…
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Ha! I saw them play in Liverpool about 30 years back, we took my camper van and got stuck in a multi-storey car park with a bloke that looked like Jesus! That’s another story
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All things must change and yield their place. Nice, melancholy tale
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I can’t imagine spending my days analysing gong. The title is spot on!
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Thanks man, it’s not for me either
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Dear Shrawley,
This is a little like watching Yellow Submarine. I don’t know what just happened but I enjoyed the ride.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, was reading recently about Gong farmers and couldn’t shake the thought
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I guess I need to read about Gong farmers. I’m with Rochelle. I have no idea what’s happening, but it’s always fun to read your stuff 🙂
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A great write – I am glad you didn’t take up the family tradition of occupation or that would be a ‘bummer’ – sorry 😄
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Dang! I’m on the “I Don’t Know What’s Happening Here” train with so many others but your story made for a good read.
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Thanks, its all about people harvesting human poo… which makes me think Im very odd!!
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great to be back and hear your pros… did you design and make the table below the mooose?
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looks like one of mine doesn’t it?!
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