The end...or is it?
Hello humans. Black Phillip here. A final blog entry, before I head off back into the darkness of eternal horror.
I am a creature of pleasure. I found a great deal of pleasure in speaking to other humans, when I was at market events. Some of them used to shit themselves when they saw me. Especially the small ones. I dare say that I have turned up in their nightmares from time to time. Furthermore, my vessel needed my help. He finds it incredibly difficult to speak to new people, so he had to allow me to take over, when he took our Room Spell products to market events. But, as time has gone on, he has become more confident. He now understands that there is a place for Room Spell in the alternative homeware world. He is not alone in liking bizarre scents, and he is also now aware that Room Spell was not just a flash in the pan. He no longer needs me to help him sell our products in person, as he has learnt from the very best, so I am going to leave him to it. I hate him for no longer needing me, but I am also proud of him at the same time, like a gushing parent who thinks their child is amazing, even if they are shit as fuck.
But, it is not the end for me. Oh no sonny Jim, not at all. You will still get to interact with me, should you wish to do so. I have created a new role for myself within Room Spell. I am now the "Special Events Coordinator." Whenever Room Spell is organising a market in York, it shall forever be mine, and known as "Black Phillip's Black Market". I will be in full charge of it when it takes place. Seeing the "Black Phillip's" prefix on an event and/or tickets, will keep you safe in the knowledge that the market will be up to my exacting high standards, and probably a little bit scary. My vessel won't get a single fucking look in at these special events; I have told him he is barred from them. So if you have enjoyed meeting me in the past, do not worry, you can come and talk to me again, whist I perform my new role.
Keep your eyes peeled for the next Black Phillip's Black Market. It could happen anywhere, at any time. One thing is for sure...
I WILL BE THERE.
Right, off you go then stupid human. Go and do something productive instead of reading this shitty blog.
I am a creature of pleasure. I found a great deal of pleasure in speaking to other humans, when I was at market events. Some of them used to shit themselves when they saw me. Especially the small ones. I dare say that I have turned up in their nightmares from time to time. Furthermore, my vessel needed my help. He finds it incredibly difficult to speak to new people, so he had to allow me to take over, when he took our Room Spell products to market events. But, as time has gone on, he has become more confident. He now understands that there is a place for Room Spell in the alternative homeware world. He is not alone in liking bizarre scents, and he is also now aware that Room Spell was not just a flash in the pan. He no longer needs me to help him sell our products in person, as he has learnt from the very best, so I am going to leave him to it. I hate him for no longer needing me, but I am also proud of him at the same time, like a gushing parent who thinks their child is amazing, even if they are shit as fuck.
But, it is not the end for me. Oh no sonny Jim, not at all. You will still get to interact with me, should you wish to do so. I have created a new role for myself within Room Spell. I am now the "Special Events Coordinator." Whenever Room Spell is organising a market in York, it shall forever be mine, and known as "Black Phillip's Black Market". I will be in full charge of it when it takes place. Seeing the "Black Phillip's" prefix on an event and/or tickets, will keep you safe in the knowledge that the market will be up to my exacting high standards, and probably a little bit scary. My vessel won't get a single fucking look in at these special events; I have told him he is barred from them. So if you have enjoyed meeting me in the past, do not worry, you can come and talk to me again, whist I perform my new role.
Keep your eyes peeled for the next Black Phillip's Black Market. It could happen anywhere, at any time. One thing is for sure...
I WILL BE THERE.
Right, off you go then stupid human. Go and do something productive instead of reading this shitty blog.