Ode to Erik

Memorising Things…

"What is that prat doing?

He pranced about making a huge effort to get all these books. Dancing about like his world is about to end, and now he's sat as still as a statue! Where does he get his energy? What is wrong with this man?

He's been hunched over those books for hours now, and quite frankly I want to know what devilment he's up to! I'm not sure if I trust him…

He's been in that corner for ages now, fawning over something. It must be bloody special if it's caught his attention this long!

No doubt planning some evil plot or fiendish scheme for upstairs. Probably involving a shed load of knives and an assortment of explosives!

I can't quite see what he's up to. But it looks suspicious…

Hang on….he's muttering something……it's not making any sense….

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian versant…no that's not right

However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone verisimilitude….no, no, NO!

The only veduta is vengeance; a vaccary….oh god

Vowed to vanquish these ventricumbent and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and versicoloured the violently violatic and voracious violation of voivode….surely there's an easier way?

Verily, this vichyssoise of velate veers most vaginate, so let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet you and you may call me Tom, I mean V……oh shit!

However, this verticillated visitation of a by-gone venography…..GOD DAMN IT!

Yes dear readers, it's going to be a long, long, long night in the Shadow Gallery……."