Flying Monkey welcomes you to mile high club
Squee! I’m so excited! My new little buddy will be the perfect companion to keep me company on those long northern nights when the sun is never anywhere near the damn yardarm and if it were, it’d be too dark to see it by anyway.
And no, I’m not talking about Julian Assange.
For once.
I know, I know, many people have warned me that taking care of a pet is no small matter, and that my life is not exactly a settled one (nearly bought a hippie schoolbus to live in the other day, but am firmly decided on building a houseboat sometime in the next two years, if I don’t get rich and buy Krac Des Chevaliers in Syria and don’t bet against me; have you got any IDEA what’s happening to my shares on Empire Avenue lately?) but still, I am optimistic. He’s compact, omnivorous, self-sufficient, and doesn’t use too damn much vermouth.
raincoaster 
Yeah, that’s a Raincoasterish sorta beast.
Looks like Tommy Cooper. Let’s hope his onstage magic skills are more refined.
Always assuming you know who Tommy Cooper was.
No, but I have teh Googlez! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommy_Cooper
Metro: Flying monkeys are way cooler. An undead, flying monkey that knows how to mix a Martini and looks good in a Fez just may be my spirit animal.
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