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There was a lot of work to do on the Willow bridge. Here, Peeps is cleaning a light fixture.


I know I should be helping Peeps clean and repair fixtures, but it's not often that one gets a chance to take photographs like these:



Here's another picture of me not working. I hope no one from the shop looks at these......Jim....


I was on vacation at the time, but I heard tell of a vicious lake gull attack on poor Jimmy 1450 as he tried to work in that stainless steel pullbox, and a subsequent attack upon Dandaman, though Dan defended himself valiantly with a stop/slow sign. That's the stuff of legends, I tell you. Poets will write songs of their bravery and women will swoon at their very passing.



1450: There he is!
Peeps: Where?
1450: There!
Peeps: What? Behind the gull?
1450: It *is* the gull!
Peeps: You silly sod!
1450: What?
Peeps: You got us all worked up!
1450: Well, that's no ordinary gull.
Peeps: Ohh.
1450: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered avian you ever set eyes on!
Dandaman: You tit! I soiled my harness I was so scared!
1450: Look, that gull's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
Carl: Get stuffed!
1450: He'll do you up a treat, mate.
Carl: Oh, yeah?
Dandaman: You manky Scots git!
1450: I'm warning you!
Dandaman: What's he do? Nibble your bum?
1450: He's got huge, sharp... er... He can leap about. Look at the bones!
Peeps: Go on, Onots. Chop his head off!
Johnny-Onots: Right! Silly little bleeder. One gull stew comin' right up!