Dear followers,

Terrible events have come to pass.

I have purposely sunken the outrigger canoe, as disturbing evidence regarding Ouga came to light. He has been reporting to the GIA (Greek Intelligence Agency) for some time now, apparently being able to speak Greek. As far as I know, he was swept south by a giant wave.

As for the rest of us, I have been carried further out to sea, while Alyss took flight and returned to land. Charlie and Paula are floating together on the remnants of the canoe, and are floating further away along the coastline.

Whether we will be reunited again seems unclear, but I hope we will.

With lack of emotion due to tiredness,
G. Caprice


Dear followers,

We must leave this place.

I stole a can of corned beef from the local corner store, being desperate for a feed. Unfortunately, I was spotted and reported to the local authorities from who I am now hiding. They wear strange uniforms of green and silver Lycra (or spandex).

I must find Paula, Charlie, Alyss and Ouga as soon as possible, and we must flee. If things get really bad, I'm not too fussed about Ouga.

The problem is that Paula is being followed around by a group of zealots who think she is the messiah. Removing her from the sight, let alone the presence of them will be difficult.

I will post again as soon as I have escaped.

With timidity,
G. Caprice


Dear followers,

A quick update.

Whilst sitting in the waiting room of the local hospital (I think), I have created another blog where you may look at some of my drawings and the like. Visit it here. I am aware that it's a tad bare, but it'll grow.

Also: Can the Shakira fan who has been e-mailing me non-stop since I started talking about the shikara please stop now. I don't know Shakira, I was writing about a S-H-I-K-A-R-A not S-H-A-K-I-R-A. One is a type of Indian boat, one is a type of Colombian singer-songwriter, musician and record producer who has been a major figure in the pop music of Latin America since the mid-1990s. (Thankyou Wikipedia). Please stop e-mailing me.

With befuddlement,
G. Caprice

It has been a most eventful week-and-a-bit.

The creature circling us has turned out to be some form of human-bird. She attempted to save us by diving down to lift us from the canoe, but Ouga got scared and hit her with his guava-stick, concussing her.

Paula remained silent for a long time, choosing to glare at me instead of be conversational. Charlie went a bit insane and made a kind of lute out of fish that she caught. She played folk songs of India on it, which Ouga liked. He danced around and said words in his strange language. The bird-thingy, who calls herself Alyss Flite, was in a semi-coma-like state for most of the voyage, occasionally groaning and asking for pancakes.

And so we drifted on, unaware of the great danger facing us. About a day later, we arrived at the blur on the horizon, which turned out to be a swarm of canoe-eating snakes. Luckily for us, they only eat canoes, and so we just got very wet.

We were forced to float on Alyss' wings, which acted as a kind of raft.

And so we floated further and further, until finally we washed up in the main harbour of a large, fairly dirty city. I can only assume that we are in Greece, as the locals seem to speak Greek.
What we do now remains to be seen, but Alyss needs to get to a hospital as soon as possible.
Charlie and Ouga went exploring, and Paula said she needed a drink, and so I am left alone with Alyss.

With mild tiredness,
G. Caprice