Darren lost his house.

He can't remember where he left it. He's been living under an umbrella. He stuck a pipe through the umbrella, and this serves as a chimney. He cooks his dinner over the fire. He hammered a door frame into the ground near the umbrella, and he attached a door to the frame just to give himself some privacy. He has a doorbell as well, and a letter box for the postman to put letters through. Every time the neighbours ring the doorbell he pretends he's not at home.

People love visiting Darren's house when the weather is fine. Some friends will call around and a party will inevitably follow. This used to happen almost every evening. His house was becoming more like a nightclub, so he hired a bouncer called Craig to stand at the door.

Darren invited Alan to a party just so Craig could refuse to let him in. Jenny was with Alan at the time. She told Craig to tell Darren that they were only calling around to say they couldn't stay because they were going to a party beneath a parasol. The people at Darren's house heard this and most of them followed Jenny and Alan.

Bertie: Them. Roy: When I was in Austria I saw some people and a tour guide told me they were them. Bertie: I saw some people who were them in Clonmel. Roy: I was in Clonmel once. I bought a scarf there. I had to go home to put my neck on before I could try on the scarf. I bought a neck for my goldfish. He only uses it to wear gold medallions because he thinks it impresses the other goldfish, but there are no other goldfish. He keeps forgetting that. And my robot still keeps looking at his hands... ...I should never have given him hands. I should have listened to Uncle Willie's advice and given him parsnips instead. No one wants to look at parsnips.

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