The Mouse is in Cumbria
Learning to ride.
Learning to ride.
Helping to plan an event in memory of fallen raggies.
He’s a very good passenger, didn’t scream once.
Evidence of the Mouse’s tartiness is now available in the Flickr Beer Fest gallery.
When I finally remembered to take the Mouse to Beer Fest he set about having his picture taken with every member of staff. The full set has been posted on Facebook.
I’m a little worried now. They’ve teamed up.
The Mouse has given in to peer pressure and got himself a Facebook account. He’s done it under a pseudonym though.
Our Rochester hotel is significantly swisher than the one in New York. The Mouse approves.
From the Staten Island ferry, the Mouse surveys his new domain.
Well, he moved. And the blood won’t be rushing to his head any more.
The Mouse had to wash the green out, then got hung up to dry. He was sedated for most of the process, but now he’s woken up he’s becoming argumentative again.
I guess we should be glad we’ve only got the one, some poor bastard in Russia had a whole pack of them invade his office.
The Mouse breaks loose. And appears to have turned into the incredible Sulk as well.
Oh dear, this sounds ominous.
The Transformers are twitchy at the best of times, moreso after the Mouse started threatening them.
(Yes, the Mouse really is under this pile of Transformers.)
The Mouse is back from holiday and itching for a fight.
It was Alex’s idea to look for this stuff, honest.