I was looking through some old messages earlier (looking up some birthday dates). On occasion I read things I’ve written and I think to myself, “Wow, did I write this? It’s very random.”
This is one such example of something I wrote in a reply:
“This is worrying because at this rate I’ll be thinking Halloween is when we have pancakes. I think next year you should go to Shropshire and climb an oak tree. I haven’t climbed a tree in years but the thought of it is enough of a thrill. lol. I always think if I climb one what happens if I can’t get back down again. I think I would just be up there all night and end up making friends with an owl or something mate.”
I furrowed my brow and pondered, “What would that actually look like?“. Since I haven’t got the time or inclination to actually find a tree to climb with a resident owl, which just so happens to be perfectly situated and willing to pose for a picture, I decided to improvise whilst sitting on my arse.
Ladies and gents, I present to you:
“Dean and an Owl up a Tree on a Moonlit Night”
We look like we are having such a good time. Well, I do. The owl looks quite indifferent, but that’s standard fare for owls isn’t it. Inside it’s filled with joy at some late evening company as we shoot the breeze, I assure you. The owl I met should go into stand on branch comedy at the next open mic night.
Climbing a tree and sitting with an owl could catch on. I can think of worse things to do of an evening. You heard it here first.
Wit-Woo or Twit A Woo… or Wit A Woo.. or something. Twit-Twoo is the official take on this apparently.
Forget Stacy’s mom, it’s me and the owl that have got somethin’ going on. That sounds wrong on so many levels… a bit like crime in multi-storey car parks, so I’ll get my coat.
Thanks for reading, see ya in the next one (haven’t got time to ramble more than that today).
I’m playing this out with Stacy’s Mom by Fountains of Wayne (no I didn’t make a connection with Stacy’s mom and an owl just so I could tie-in a raunchy music video at the end 😉)…