Last night, we were delighted to discover that

Jerome's first job was in the catflap industry.

Jerome is so good in a crisis

Our charming weekend in the country had to be rearranged and Jerome has sprung into action sending emails like this.

Do we have any other news people. What is happening with PR, S and B, M. Please give me information

A poem of Love in honour of the working Mojo

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved

among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was

love.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of

love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace

me.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by

the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the

mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth

behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair

one, and come away.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of

birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with

the tender grape give a good smell.

Song of Solomon from the Bible, don't ya know...

New tactic

Jerome, your last post was rubbish. Dan's last post, which you can read if you click here, was much better.

Time to raise your game.

Ode to Jerome 2

Jerome is a child of wisdom and flair,
Of gleaming white teeth and thick curly hair,
Athletic physique and witty riposte,
Such mortals as I, in his shadow are lost.

Jerome Francis however is a different fish,
As annoying a bloke as any you'd wish.
Drinks Stella and wine with ice in a pint glass,
And gibbers and drools like a fool in a stage farce.

I know this is harsh, but its said for a reason,
To annoy him and provoke more comment this season,
From the great man himself on the blog our Marv Started,
But not please to let us know you've just farted.

Jerome plays the basketball game

Jerome won every time he played. He put my name on the list of best scores over and over again. 

What a handsome pair

 

I'm just being silly and I studied too many poems at college

Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

Let's read that sentence carefully.

"Friends are angels"? Far be it from me to deny that Jerome has many wonderful friends. We are kind, loyal, and stick with him no matter what he does...and he has done some interesting things in his time, as I hope this blog shows (I was going to post about the "banned from Hanney incident" but that would be mean - unless someone with Hobbiton connections eggs me on). But I really don't think any of Jerome's friends are angels.

But for the sake of argument and to keep the metaphor going, let's assume that some of Jerome's friends are angels: Dan, me, Rence, and Clare F will do.

Picture the scene: Jerome sitting on the ground in a melancholy posture, his wings drooping by his side. There's something his wings should be doing, but they can't remember what it is. Along fly Clare F, Rence, Dan B, and myself on our angel wings.

"Aha," they cry, "Jerome's wings have forgotten how to fly. But that's all right. If we pick him up, they'll remember."

I sense a flaw in this plan. What if the wings don't remember? What if the wings went out to the Sanctuary the night before and are a bit bladdered or hungover? These are Jerome's wings, dont' forget. Presumably this is why the angels lift us to our feet (and I'll hear no jokes about feet, thank you, because there are several feet references earlier in this august blog) in case our amnesiac wings send us plummeting to earth after our friends have let go.

Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

Humph.

Jerome's music

Here is a short list of Jerome's favourite bands.

1 The Red Hot Chilli Peppers
2 Catatonia (I think he fancies Cerys)
3 The beautiful, talented, and normal Charlotte Church
4 Athlete?
5 Snow Patrol?
6 The Spice Girls


I can't think of any others. My pop knowledge is pitiful. Please help