Queen Vicky to cum to the Land

This is Gossip Starr, diva of the dirt. I dish all that's swish, so tune in for the scoop, the poop, the dope and the doop. Put all faeries on alert. I play no games. If you do the deed, then expect the read!




BREAKING NEWS

If I wasn't around, no one would know anything would you children. I have learned today that Queen Victoria herself has decided to return to this world this very weekend and if you are on the guest list for the fabulous weekend at Amber Fox you may have an opportunity to kiss her likeness in person.

"Pooh pooh," you say, well its true boys and girls, my little Faeries. It was a sudden decision brought on by the recent developments involving the ProngER. The Queen actually touched down in Kingston to see if she could find a nice Kingston Boy for you know who. That's where I caught her.

She was not amused, but as I told her after my very deep curtsey (God it was hard to get up, just kidding, you know I am on my knees alot), "If you do the deed, then expect the read." The best defense I told her was to "spit it out" so to speak (they always fall for that).

Out it poured from her Gin soaked pursed lips...

It seems the strange creature caught on film by either Chip or Ken was none other than Prince Albert, doing some advance scouting. He was caught off guard when the new Amber Fox technology exposed his likeness if ever so faintly.

Ken and Chip both seemed shocked though as I have it, neither has ever seen a Prince Albert like this one, but this was the real thing. What now? They were sworn to secrecy with promises or threats of more Prince Albert's being added. I must say that was a surprise, I always thought ... okay some things are better kept quiet for now.

So there you have it, Queen Victoria will be on the Land this weekend. She will however not be in her own body, that would be too much weight to carry around, she will instead take out a little revenge on Shy Anne for whatever she did to the ProngER. Shy Anne will not be herself this weekend, beware Tommy, that is a real Queen sleeping next to you for the next few days, I just hope you make it through okay!

Shy Anne evades Agent 002

By now if you have been following the blog, you know that Shy Anne has done something to Chris ProngER of the Edmonton Oilers. He won't talk, so I staked out Shy Anne's summer residence to get to the bottom of this.

She wasn't answering the gate so I waited and waited. Being a super-dooper top secret secret agent I decided to scale the wall.

You wouldn't believe the view Shy Anne has here from her new summer place, its awesome. Still after catching my breath, I couldn't help but wonder what happened on this beach between her and the ProngER.

I found a side patio, overlooking the lake attached to her Luxurious new home. It was protected with all the latest saftey devices, so I could not get in.

The colour was breathtaking, how does she find the time, or maybe its not her but her Tommy Squeeze, he's not another Mary you know, he's all that and more from what I heard while standing out side.



There was a sign above the door, I think it said, "If the Trailor is a Rockin don't come a Knockin"

I'm not sure what that meant, anyway while I was contemplating this latest bit of Shy Anneism I heard a Jeep start and not just any jeep, this was a TJ.

Stop I shouted, to no avail. She was gone, that machoTJ Jeep swerving, just missing me, the gate swung open and the TJ Jeep raced through with me in hot pursuit, on foot. As I got to the gate it slammed shut, I was trapped inside, I did however get a picture of the fleeing jeep.

The trailer wasn't rockin anymore, better check out the inside eh?

New technology arrives at Amber Fox

No, this odd light at the front steps to the Erection isn't from an alien spacecraft, though the pic looks like a still from the X-Files. It's a nifty new solar light that illuminates the steps everyone seems to fall down (or up).

This is just-in-time news for the Victoria Day weekend coming right up, May 19-22. Those dressed in their Queen Vicky duds won't have to worry about tripping over their trains in the dark.

The solar lights are way cool...so look for them in strategic places. Maybe even coming soon to an outhouse near you.

Holy smokes ... Secret Agent 002 reports

I am away (but you know that) working behind the scenes, following the effort of some Faeries to bring none other than that big Faerie wanna be, Pat Robertson , to Amber Fox for the Victoria Weekend Gatherette.

The photo shows the first meeting in a super private exclusive men and boys only Virginia Club, notorious for attracting Faeries of substantial means.

Daddy Patty as I unaffectionately call him, quickly joined the group before getting caught with my new, super doper top secret (don't tell anyone okay, it's a secret) chainsaw powered remote crotch cam.

Here you see them all watching the Edmonton Oiler's game. The Crotch Cam is cleverly hidden in my spiderman chainsaw sitting on a table in front of the TV. I know if that if Daddy Patty comes to Amber Fox this weekend, he will bring the boys in the picture with him.

If Pat Robertson shows up, maybe a Daddy can spank him good, for all those bad things he has been saying.

Hold the salad

Impossible Mission Impossible looks to be harder than first thought, though I remain dedicated to the task of bringing Oil back to Amber Fox for this weekend's faerie gathering.

One Oiler who won't be at Amber Fox is Shawn Horcoff. Here I caught him in an intimate moment with his "friend" on the San Jose Sharks. The team that Shawn helped beat tonight.

The ProngER is having doubts about seeing Shy Anne again, all I can say is he must be hurting inside. I just can't get him to talk about what happened between them. He keeps saying he's needs to meet a nice boy from Kingston. What's that about Geneva?

What can you do . . .

. . . on a rainy day at Amber Fox?

Sit on the sun porch and work on your quilt. . .

A Visitor Comes to Amber Fox

Right after dark tonight, this little fellow paid an unauthorized visit to the suet feeder. Guess that crunchy peanunt butter hanging there for the taking was an open invite, even though raccoons aren't exactly on the A-list of critters we like to feed. He was hanging upside down, trying to get the suet cage open when I caught him in the beam of my flashlight. The sound of teeth on metal had caught my attention.

He sat up, like you see here, and by the time I returned with the camera, he was back to biting at the cage. He sat up again when I shined the light on him to snap this pic, but soon enough he was back at it, this time trying a new tactic. He reached down from the little branch where you see him standing, swatted at the cage with his paw, and managed to hook a piece of peanut butter. Tasty. He batted at it some more, but it didn't take long for the whole thing to fall to the ground.

Raccoons are pretty good at defying gravity. He climbed right down that cherry tree, upside down, more sure-footed than I am on flat ground. He headed for the suet cage, me trying to shine the flashlight on him so I could find him in the pitch-black viewfinder. It wasn't very easy, and the camera takes forever betwen flashes. I moved in closer and closer snapping as often as I could until he did a Greta Garbo and disappeared into the dark.

I went into the Erection to collect my things, and when I came out he was at the suet cage on the ground, biting at the peanut butter through the wire. As I moved closer, still flashing the flashlight and camera flash in his face, he backed away and trotted off. I felt a little bad doing it, but I knew he'd eat it all, leaving none for the birds, and so I snatched up the suet and took it inside and put in on the front porch. Well wouldn't you know it. He wasn't ready to give up, and by the time I got back two seconds later he was searching the area where it used to be. He saw me, looked up and started staring. It was a mean stare, and he didn't look too happy that the suet was gone.

Attack of the killer raccoon! Sometimes it's easy to spook yourself out here all alone in the dark in the night when there's this fourteen pound fur ball, all teeth and claws, capable of suddenly jumping up and landing on your face, and he's looking right at you and demanding with his eyes, "What the fuck did you do with my peanut butter?"

Back away from the raccoon! was all I could think. Of course it was only my imagination, or so I hope. He looked at me for a while, and then, with what seemed a sigh of resignation, he turned around and ambled away into the dark once again.

I found a ProngER

WOWSER, Progress being made on Impossible Mission Impossible.

The picture to the left is of one Chris Pronger. The big boy playing defence for the Edmonton Oilers. As you can tell, he is being handed underware from some hunky guy for sure.

My hidden Crotch Cam went fuzzy as it was about to scan the room. Currently Faerie engineers and pipsqueaks are attempting to recover focus and see if we can determine who is passing off what is obviously used boxers to Mr. ProngER.

Rumour has it that Shy Anne has been calling some of the Oilers to attend the Victoria Day weekend gatherette. ProngER went red when I asked of his past relationships with both Shy Anne and Geneva. It is clear it still hurts. I promised to help look after him if he came to Land this weekend, and to be sure that Shy Anne behaved herself and looked after him.

He started to cry, it must be an awful story! What did Shy Anne do to him? If you know or have hints leave them here. I will follow each one up!

I will be meeting with Chris again soon and more from the Crotch Cam once the pipsqueaks get it fixed. Oh my, my back up Crotch Cam just sent this picture in of Hunky boy Todd Bertuzzi of the Canucks with his new boy Jovo. Toddy says many Faeries play for the Oilers, wowser, our lucky day for sure.

Agent 002 over and out



pssst (It's really me, BoyRicky that's Agent 002, don't tell anyone, okay!)