It was with great sadness that I last visited my old friend Nob Mouse for while in the past I have leaped with joy through the portal under my stairs, keen to partake in his village of strangely saccarine-scented hills and valleys, this time I was unfortunate enough to need somewhere to hide – and…Read more
Anecdotes
A chat on the sofa
Nob Mouse came to visit me the other day. This isn’t something that happens a lot, normally I go to visit him, but on occasion he likes to take a little time away from the quiet life at Blob City so he can experience the hustle and bustle of city life here with me. He…Read more
A mad obsession?
It had been a while since I had visited Café Nob but when I finally had the time to go back, I jumped at the chance. Nob was there, of course, and he seemed pleased to see me. I ordered my usual – a plate of home-fried chips and a big mug of tea –…Read more
Currency competition
I once asked Nob Mouse about currency. I was interested in how Blobland managed to survive without a true currency of any sort. ‘What’s a currency?’ asked Nob. ‘It sounds like some kind of raisin.’ ‘You’re thinking about currants, aren’t you?’ I said. ‘Yes. That’s right, isn’t it? You give one-another currants in exchange for…Read more
About globes
‘I’ve been thinking,’ said Nob. ‘Oh?’ I asked. ‘About what?’ ‘About how globes are a silly idea for living on.’ He sipped his tea through a twirly straw, as was his usual choice. I took mine straight from the mug but he said the straw added a certain hint of something one can’t quite put…Read more
A visit to Café Nob
Some people think Nob Mouse is not real. To these people, I say: “Hahahahahaha! You poor, deluded souls.” I was talking to Nob about this just the other day, when I popped by Café Nob for one of my regular visits. It’s a nice place, I’d recommend it to anyone. Nob is a most courteous…Read more