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Friday - 5:32 p.m. ”Johnny Cash: El Morte” He walked the line. Phew Well, we made it back from France to England and there’s so much news to report we don’t know where to start. Let’s start at the very beginning, because that’s a very good place to start… Odds and Sods After God-knows how many days of waiting and waiting Diaryreviews finally got around to visiting. (Obviously, we weren’t there – we were in France eating Banana Splits- and Walter the Out There Bear was under strict instructions not to answer the door). But they came anyway, had a look and wrote up their review. It seems they liked us, which is a relief – we like to be liked – and they said some very nice, if perplexing, things about us too. First off, they like our blue background. It’s a colour to which we’ve always been partial and selected it from a special template of colours. We also outlined our philosophy in a previous entry regarding templates. But what of the content of TEZNEZCO! The Company Run By Bears TM????
This is perhaps the oddest diary I have ever read. I'm not sure if it's a takeoff on something or someone that I have somehow missed. Regardless, [it is a] chronicle [of] the adventures of these two bears and describe them as if they are a minority of some sort. [The] writing is disturbingly matter-of-fact as if it is perfectly normal to be writing about these bears as people. I like it; it's pleasantly novel. (35/35) Top marks and a perfect score! When Walter rang Teddy in Paris with the news there was rejoicing all over. Nesbitt was pleased too, although at the very moment the positive review news came through he was impersonating Madeline Albright at some sort of diplomatic “function” and was not available to comment. Aside from the oddity, the management and staff of TEZNEZCO! would like to assure the Diary Review people that there are no hidden extras or in-jokes of any kind. These are, as they say, “what you see is what you get” pages. Teddy and Nesbitt would also like to point out that they are not a minority. OK… they’re quite small and hard to see in a crowd but they are voluble and hard working and as such are a significant section of the working public, percentage wise. It is also normal for us to discuss their adventures this way, although they are not “people”. We prefer to use the word “individual”. Ultimately, we got a score of 91/100 and the only “weakness” is, in the opinion of Diary Review, is the off-the-shelf page template. “C’est la vie,” says Teddy. “Why trade in one template for another?” This, as in many things, Teddy is completely correct. ”Klaus Von Bulow Stole My Bike!!!” We were drinking gin in South Kensington with Serena Black - the sound of tennis balls being thwacked tither and fro resounding across Onslow Square – when we were reminded of the story of how Serena’s bike was stolen by Klaus Von Bulow, her downstairs neighbour. The story as we heard it was that not long after Serena moved into her “South Ken” digs (that she had bought from Roald (Dahl)), her mountain bike went “missing”. Confronted by Serena – who isn’t afraid of a good stoush – Von B denied all knowledge of the missing bike and they soon they became “enemies”. Being an enemy of Klaus is not a good idea as people who cross him seem to end up dead (as portrayed on film by Jeremy Irons and Glenn Close) and he has an aversion to speaking with the “authorities”, thus will do anything to avoid being questioned. Serena suspected that the bike had been cut up into small pieces and was hidden behind Klaus’s couch, but she could not gain entry to the apartment. The animosity between Serena and the one time accused murderer melted away until they became close friends although the whereabouts of the bike remain a mystery. Eventually, Klaus moved out. The sound of a thwacked ball brought us back to state of semi-coherent consciousness and we asked if she had ever seen him again. “We swap amusing postcards,” said Serena. Serena Is A Marquesa We once asked Serena if she could please confer a title on Teddy but in a shock move she said she couldn’t, she wasn’t “allowed”. Still To Come The story of the Orient Hotel, the Tortoise that lives there; our horrible day in Monte Carlo; why Teddy had to impersonate Alfonse Tomato; a protest in the form of a dance!; the multitude of excellent deserts in France and the cat that said “le mioaux”.
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