GWEEP!

The University of Utter Foolishness

Well now I've gone and done it haven't I? Always pushing things a little too far, and usually till they go over the edge.

You may remember that I recently awarded myself a Phd (amongst other things a Pretty harmless deception), and as a result of a suggestion by greenwillow I became a Doctor of Phoolishness.

So now I have apparently created a whole darned University of Utter Foolery (UUF). With various helpful advisors, (you know who you are, and you really shouldn't encourage me), I am currently sorting out Houses, (Palin, Barker, Cooper and Brown suggested themselves to me, but those would be British Houses, American Houses might be Williams, Carlin, Nielsen and 'Key & Peele House')

Naturally I'm then going to have to sort out departments (although I have had some suggestions (to the person who suggested I get lost - No!)) and then there's the Curriculum.

Then there's the Professors to appoint and I'm sure I need things like a Dean (not sure what they do though) and a Bursar, (I have a vague idea that they administer things, maybe stiff drinks?)

Anyway I herby announce that unbeknownst to him callme TJ has been appointed as Vice chairperson, whereas of course I am the Nice chairperson

More of this ridiculous nonsense will follow if I can find the time, or even the door.

Has anyone seen my glasses?


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Harry Pooter was lying at the bottom of the stairs, having just trodden in a bucket of whitewash and falling down them, (despite this he was unhurt, and though he looked pale that was almost certainly the whitewash). Looking up he noticed a huge man with strange ginger tufts of hair and a very red nose staring (not stairing notice) down at him.

"Your a clown Harry." the big man said. "And I've come to take you to the University of Utter Foolery."