I was just told that today is the first of aprils, a day to make fun of fools and their jibba-jabba. I then realize that my previous post sounds like an aprils fool. I apologize for that.
The idea is, I have commited a crime, but thanks to a legal loophole, I have gone to the big house for life. By "big house" I mean that I bought a large house and got housearrest for life. Don't worry, no one was harmed during my crime, nothing was destroyed or stolen. Not because of me, anyway.
So, I have to pass the time inside, with the help of my lodger Mark, Self-described Ladies-man, my former neighbour now lodger Ashley, probably as dangerous as she is cute and I will most likely get punched for calling her cute, and my personal assistant, Julia, who is either very bright or not very bright, I really should find out some day. She is, however, definently chipper. She also lives in my house. Yes, there is a lot of people living here, which does seem like something out of a lazy sit-com, yes.
Meanwhile, my former boss, Mr. Denby, has gone somewhat insane, and has dedicated his life to getting me back to jail. He is either angry because he thinks I slept with his daughter or because I didn't, I am not sure. "A fanatic is one who redoubles his effort when he has forgotten his aim", as someone once said.
My name is not to be known. You may call me by my nom de plume, Young Winston. I also live under the name Sanders. Well, I wrote Sanders over my front-door, and I live under it.
Oh, and Freeze Frame doesn't really mean anything. It was just a phrase that I liked. Madmanoz doesn't mean anything either. Lord-z was taken, so was Manoz, so I picked Mad Man o' Z. If you will, it can mean that life stands still, when you are in the big house. Well, my big house.
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