My Autobiography... Part 2
Everything you ever wanted to know about the next part in the exciting saga that is my life.
So it began, the second life span of the noble Sir Martin of Brien. up to this poiint it had been assumed that he had remained in rabbit form up until 1983 when he decided to take up a human manifold and roam the streets under his bail of hair.
This however was entirely correct and true, but for the fact it was not and in reality the rabbit form only lasted until January 4th 1943. Twas than that I took up the mantle of rearranging the lives of small pygmi (none of those larger pygmi's got a look in) squirrels, only the red ones mind, not the grey, the evil grey, steal your food early in the morning grey squirrels, damn them all and their food storing cheeks! Anyway, with my underground connections, the connections formed during my time as a rabbit, I realised I could outwit the mongrul empire in China...       ==>
Of course it wasn't until 7 weeks of extensive planning later when our tunnel came out in the middle of china that I remembered that the mongrul empire had already fallen apart, many centuries ago actually, it was a shame, though, I and the other red squirrels had quite the party there.
It was at this point I left - yes mid party I know, but I had heard of a new wave of life coming through from the west called 'rock and roll'.
You may notice the slightly scewed time line here, this was because I had spent 18 years (whilst at the infamous party in China) in a self induced coma - sure they were all the rage back then - everyone was doing it. Anyway I was sprung from my coma when a young girl sang the notes of the arpegio in the key of D, before changing to G, repeating this sequnce a couple of times and then moving onto a similar theme using E and A
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once more I have yacked for quite sometime... this picture seemed to keep you satified before, so here it is again:
Haha, You fell for the written picture trick again!!!

I realised suddenly - well over the course of apporximately 3 minutes the girl was singing for - that there was an immense future in this simplistic music... So I left, with my future wife, for easter island where we married. She unfortunately died within 3 weeks as that was the way with women back then... after my 6 hours of mourning I realised my mistake.         ==>
Easter island was not the centre of poluar music I had imagined it to be.
So I left with my seven children for England, a land of promise and antimise.
By the time we had arrived my boys (yes, they were all boys - 'cept clarice of course) were reaching the mature age of 17 so I decided they should form two beat combo groups and take the world by storm, they all agreed furiously - actually Adrian, my youngest son died in the midst of all the fury.
So instead one 6 piece band was formed - I thought 'what the heck lead guitar sounds fun' so I had to kill arthur - he was better than me - and take his place.
Unfortunately, which appears to be kindof a theme word through these years of my life, we did not reach England...
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No, my boys proved to be just too good at what they did and we only got as far as Australia, an island slightly to the east of africa before we were overpowered by a mob of 20-something girls... This meant that we simply were huge in Australia but never once charted in the UK top 40.

However this did mean we spent the next 14 years ruling Australia and making it the most prosperous country in the world - so prosperous in fact that it broke off from the rest of the globe and collonated Mars.

It was then I called it a day and left them to it... They all died, shame really, but you can't breathe so good on Mars.
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Please note, the disclaimer below may look very similar to the one found on the previous page! This is not a glitch in any sort of matrix, as that was a film, and not real life... unlike this story.
Disclaimer, again this is not complete and to be honest its mostly rubbish, and now I'm gonna go through and take out the bits I don't want you to know in case you are a psycho and are going to stalk me... not that you'd bother.
Later
Actually I can't be bothered, come on, stalk me, it could be fun!