Anthony J. Crowley

If anyone happens to be interested, First two rounds at The Frogs are on me tonight. I might even be convinced to do more, if the night stays entertaining.

I still have some of that money left over from the show and I find life is a bit dull for me these past few weeks. Now that all that excitement is over.

Any takers? You know where to find me.

People come and go all the time. The extra fuss about it this week is just a result of the rest of you finally being aware of that fact.

Celebration at The Frogs. Drinks on me.

Friday. I have matters to attend to, first.

[Somewhere on the floor in the flat he shares with Aziraphale, Crowley's phone beeps twice. The video function appears to have clicked on after a fall to the floor. The camera shows the edge of a very ugly looking couch and the ceiling. After five minutes the phone beeps twice again. In the upper right of the feed a "Low Battery" warning flashes angrily. After a third pair of beeps, the video feed dies completely and the screen goes black.]

The image that could be seen was not particularly demonic in nature about the video that clicked on. Crowley's slender fingers drum away lightly on the wheel with no concern for the direction the vehicle should be taking. The scenery outside the windows goes by as though the world had been tossed carelessly into a blender. Trees and buildings and cars blur together Impossibly fast, making it difficult to make out where the dark-haired man was going. As if to go with the scene of the world flashing by at 180 kilometers per hour, a strong baritone voice loudly accompanies the vocals of Queen's Don't Stop Me Now, hitting every note with confident ease. The car makes a sharp jump to the left and continues on, the phone sliding to a better view of the shaded serpent. His head tilted back as the song continues with gusto, the blare of a horn just audible as it comes and goes, melting into the song and dieing away. With another jostle of the vehicle to the right, the world on screen spins offering a brief view of the floor before the screen goes black. The singing continues until the end of the song. The feed comes to an abrupt end as Reelin' in the Years (Vocals by F. Mercury) begins to drum it's way into the audio.

Resolution #1: I will attempt to broaden my current scope from Tayon and acknowledge that that particular area of the city does not require much assistance.

Resolution #2: Find a way to get the smoking bans removed. It is bad enough Downstairs without having to suffer it here as well.

Resolution #3: Find a way to keep Hastur distracted another year before he discovers a way to follow along for revenge.

Resolution #4: Get Downstairs to recognize the achievement of iPads. Have they even looked at the artistically designed flaws? It is a grander achievment than ipods and not a single commendation to be seen.

Resolution #5: Keep Malus alive and well. Teach him appropriate conduct and how to glare at the plants just right.

Resolution #6: I will remember to send Apple the new insurance contracts. As well as leave another of the unreleased models at a bar. That worked so brilliantly last time, even I was impressed

Resolution # 7: Think of the perfect opportunity to redeem the apple. Be sure to bewilder Aziraphale by waiting long enough but not long enough to be considered patient. Those virtues are over-rated

Welcome to state-the-obvious week. Where everyone and their dog decides to tell the world that the city is full of strangers.


They seem no stranger than the rest of the people here, to me.

Seems like I missed all the fun again.

//Private To Aziraphale//

Fancy a trip to The Frogs?

noticed a large # of kids wandering the city.

What is ur side up 2?