I was found abandoned as a baby in a pottery kiln by an order of ceramic monks and brought up as a terracotta milk jug before realising my true identity in my early teens. It took some years but finally I have come to terms with who I am. Now i feel more special being a custard jug. Many of my old milk jug friends have cast me off, but really do I need friends who judge me by my contents. I still keep in contact with some of the monks but most of them a broken now as i too will be broken one day.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Ceramic jugs of all persuasions whatever your primary fluid carrying purpose.
My Blog
Is it a blog if you only update every 21 months?
... Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 22:04:00 GMT
what I'm up to and stuff
HiThis is me blogging for the first time, so think of me as the guy over at the side of the ice skating rink hanging onto the ... aggggghhh!If you are after some pithy insights into my life as it stan... Posted by on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 17:36:00 GMT
