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Hello. Another fine week of rain above my head. I spent yesterday hunting for rainbows, I found three in a cave, one in a tree, two on the train, and one under the carpet.

Of course I looted the pots of gold and have managed to get myself, Harrison and Daily all cursed by tiny people. Daily has been turned in to a wasp, Harrison is half a horse and I have been turned into a bowl of butterscotch angel delight(no sprinkles).

So there has been a slight delay(again) on the 'Daily Thompson' I have been assured-rather buzzed. That it will be ready for the olympics and we are just having some teething troubles. A few more sponsorship problems and bad sales on the shoes will have to resolved before moving on.

Hello. Another formula 1 week. Daily showed me the photos and news clippings of him winning Wimbeldon(rather strange that the papers and tv have been missing all week) He has got a massive golden plate in the kitchen covered in rich tea. He should have been working on the paper but I think he has been at the glow sticks again. I believe this for two reasons, first of all - my glow stick collection from the fridge has dissappeared, and secondly - half the custard cream castle I had been building has vanished. Harrison has denied all knowledge, but there is a crumb trail leading all the way up to the front of his ski yoghurt fort, Harrison is still in a mood as I refused to let him have anymore of the dark lime posters on the site-He wasn't too pleased when I made him take them back, he did get some new/old stuff though from the archive, said he was stung twice on the same shin. I think he has been playing too many computer games, I have seen him wander into places and open chests, then nip off with the potions(Horlicks usually). Somebody also used my favourite orange cup, I can see an staff meeting on the books. Well what can I say the 'Lime Stories' are slipping together(think stickle bricks in the shower). They will be ready by month end-unlike the 'D Thompson' more advertising issues I'm afraid. Well this is the copy that I said Harrison could use and I let him put up two of the dark ones. I'm off now to start building a hob-nob space station-I downloaded all the files and Its going to be a perfect copy of the Mir. cBuffalo Bill: another old poster

Hello. What a week, I lost the first one down the sofa then found a spare in the small coin pocket in my jeans. Daily has left me in charge of the paper so I closed shop and made Harrison sneak into bee towers. Daily had Kayak'd off to Wimbledon, his kayak cunningly disguised as a giant strawberry, It was a marvel to see, think I glimpsed it on centre court a few times in between cheddars. The 'Lime Stories' are burning along. I've almost nailed down the first one, and of course Harrison managed to get his hands on loads of stuff-he also claims it was like 'die hard' in the tower, more likely he forgot his shoes again, I've caught him several times in amongst the shoebrushes, tinkering.

Well another week on rollerskates has flown bye. I have been privy to some classified information from the world of film. I have also been in heated talks over the shape of taps. I also managed to squeeze in talks over ghost money - I didn't know what the hell that was but now I won't leave the house without them. They are really abduction coin and the official guideline is to always travel with at least thirty pence worth and if possible a spare lobster soup and a knee pillow. The soup is at its best when shown fine sherry and onions. I have a feeling it was miracle Joe down at the A&E that told me, it's a little hazy(Had a battle cat incident again and something to do with a frisbee) Miracle had been savaged by a Doberman, but when questioned he admitted he didn't know what a Dober was and blamed the local park pelican.

Hello, its been a very fast week for me I lost sunday somewhere which didn't help. Some quite exciting news,which annoyed Harrison. He dropped his marmalade sandwich and screamed "I've drank some tangerine poison" He hadn't it was lime cordial. Well it all started with the Wasp weekly. I recieved a phone call off a famous sportsman about a 2012 advert, he discovered I had designed a shoebox once for sport. I invited him around for tea with me and Harrison and between us we came up with a new global sport newspaper. 'The Daily Thompson' it will be out in three weeks with plenty of stuff about sport, rolling down hills and how to lick a fly in a cupboard. Harrison is getting a bit pithy about the amount of time I am spending on the Lime stories-I have told eleven times if you create a character you start with the hair. Anyway he refuses to go into the bee mines unless I show the world the poster that made me faint. So here it is.red lime Hopefully I will be able to show you some new trinkets soon.c

Hello, the week started in the south and slowly glowed over to the north, the only person impressed by this was Mr Kimbal the one armed butcher.He would only sell me three chops at a time, I used my full cunning and filled his shop with hounds, whilst he was distracted,he was attaching a new arm piece-I'm not entirely sure what a hairdryer cup was going to do against the local pack of wolves? I bought fifteen chops and a line of sausages off little Jimmy- He didn't know about the embargo, and made my escape in my new golden chariot, that I borrowed for the weekend. It's has been great this week, except I managed to get a crisp stuck in the computer and it was a quaver, so it might be there for sometime.

Hello, not the best week for me. Nobody liked my london design, I got chased by the Spandau ballet vicar and my company went into liquidation. You would of thought a seven wheeled bike was a winner-philistines. I also got thrown out of the swimming pool for dropping cotton wool in the deep end and ice cubes in the small end. I thought things couldn't get any worse until Disney sued me for my mouse moustache. Well on a positive note I set up the massive mobiles shop and wasp weekly. The lead story is about a giant iceberg causing havoc in the Artic-its made of rubber and is slowly erasing parts of Alaska, its true I copied the story from National geographic with a pantograph.Harrison is still doing sterling work.

Greetings on this smart day. I have had a great week, I sold my spare small hat for a fortune in York and Shire. This is thanks to a loop hole in the law. Apparently the area where my hat resides is exempt from the smoking ban-this has caused land prices to go through the sky/roof. The local government/council never recieved any legal documents, they did have three extra Christmas cards though, and new rules for bagatelle and murder( I have heard rumours of Robins being on the cards.). Bagatelle can now only be played after Eleven O'clock on a Sunday, and any murders that take place have to have a pack of Silk Cut or Benson placed in any forensic photo's before DNA can be taken.

Wow. What a wonderful week, drank at least eight cups of coffee. Discovered a shed in the garden and a new set of art pliers. First things first, the shed, it had been nestling under a piece of undergrowth at the bottom of the garden- I noticed it through chance, at the time I was running in a circle. The shed was a right piece of rotten wood, held together by the wings of spiders but the treasure inside was more exciting than a cat with a hair piece. It was so amazing I am only going to let the information about its contents out like a leak. I found a pickling machine that is almost two storeys high! can't wait to start it up, couldn't get it out of the shed though, I was attacked by a very savage Robin, what the hell that was doing out before Christmas and eight o'clock I will never Know, it is also the last time I give to the Robin charity I can tell you.

Well this is how it is Jabbatage. This is how it is Jabbatage. Well thats the last time I go out to measure a sunflower- I've just spent three weeks(It might be two) on tour with the beastie boys. It all started one crisp morning at about seven, the ground had been chiseled out with ice and I was out to buy a brand spanking new massive tv-that could be enlarged with dried water otherwise known as electricity2(nb to self triops are not better than sea monkeys, even if they do have ANTlantis) I had lost my handy all weather tape measure but had been informed by a friendly neighbour that the row of giant sunflowers that their fool of a son had planted the night before was approximately 50' high. As quick as a lightning flash on a cigarette break, I realised that if I unwound a basf compilation tape and stretched it slightly, I would be able to measure the tv space and the sunflower and keep the measurement wrapped up in a piece of tissue until I reached the tv shop. Well several hours later and three tapes I reached a plateau of seeds. Where I had to fight a giant Gillian Mckeith (again). I rescued the b-boys from a tiny cage. We all booked a flight to Holland without reading the small print and were sold as animal slaves. Luckily for me I have connections-thanks to the bee. I let them know where anoriginal poster circa 1909 old original poster for the bay was hidden, they let me take a photo first-then Harrison ford carried me away, cradling me in his tiny blackened hands, he told me it was frostbite-looked like gloves to me. So I'm back, I will also be forward and rewind and with th help of the H' dig up some more archive stuff.