When JJJ grow older, the financial problems of the King and Queen became critical. All presents had to be bought in three-fold and JJJ only accepted the most expensive ones. Even the Royal Head Counselor, Alan Green-Spam, kept his mouth shut and stared at the ceiling of the castle whenever asked for his advice.

"We have to do something, Thelma.." King Louis sighed, exhausted by sleep deprivation and desperate by his financial situation. 

"Well...", Thelma said after a while, "JJJ is a good singer, a good choir is a better word, I think. JJJ loves to sing ..." And at that moment Louis got a marvelous idea.

He sold his son(s) for a fabulous amount of money to an Exotic Circus. JJJ had to sing the rest of his life, Thelma & Louis slept for three years and the money that was paid for JJJ was put on a very lucrative saving account and made the King & Queen very rich again.

This was the story of JJJ, the Boy with Three Heads.
Sleep well !
Uncle Joey.

Dear Children, today Uncle Joey will tell you the story of JimJesseJames, the Boy with Three Heads! Now, uncle Joey is a lazy blogger so I will call JimJesseJames from now on JJJ; Ok?

JJJ was born as a son of King Louis 13th and Queen Thelma 1st in a far, far away kingdom. So far away that even Google Maps could not find it !

After the birth, lasting for three months (!), the King & Queen were absolutely delighted. A son, and a son with THREE heads. No other king or even emperor could say that!

But, fairy tales don't last forever. JJJ was a difficult baby. Every night, lying in his golden bed with satin sheets, it started to cry with three mouths; this Dolby Surround kept Thelma and Louis awake, night after night after night.

During day time, things became bad too. JJJ was very hungry and, although the King and Queen were very rich, they had to pay an enormous amount of money to feed their three-headed son.

This situation had to escalate, and it did!

More tomorrow, Sleep well,
Uncle Joey.

Dear Friends, today I received a question from my dear friend Hylda about my favorite movie actors.
That is an easy one: Greta Scacchi, Angelina  Jolie, John Malkovich and Armand Assante.
They are (in my humble opinion the best of the best).

My absolute favorite, number ONE+TWO movies? "The Ladies Room" and "The Odyssey" starring ..... yes, well guessed.

Kisses, Joey.

Dear Friends, have you read the interview that I had with a reporter of Playboy? Who would expect that my picture (the one taken after the fire accident) would be on their front cover? And, who would have expected that the picture of my rescuer, Paulus Potter would be published on the cover of Fortune?

I wonder how the investigation of inspector Ted Turtle is going?

Enjoy your weekend !
Kisses, Joey

My Dear, Dear Friends. You don't know how glad I am to be home again, with my family and you. How I have missed you amongst those millions, cruel potatoes. I cannot see any potato any more.

Thank you brother Av. for you sweet welcome message (yes, your new teeth are wonderful).

Thank you Bill for your sympathy, your friendly words; Windows is COOL man !

Thank you Straw-Beard-Trio; your music probably is as interesting as your looks; thanks for the emails and posters that you have glued to my barn (and took me two hours to burn off).

Above all, thank you, dear Space Friends, I really have missed you the last weeks; thank you so much for your friendliness, patience and encouraging words. You are absolutely marvelous.

Kisses, Joey.

Paulus Potter (left) and the ex-monastery (right):

Mister Joey Dalton after the fire (left) and ... well ... a glass of cold beer (right):

I Am Home Again Dear Friends !

I will tell you everything the coming days; I want to sleep now in my own bed.

Kisses , Joey.

Joey, dear, please find a trick to come home. The Eureka Police Squad has been investigating your "case" now for several weeks but without any success. According to Head Commissioner Ted Turtle they ".. have not the Faintest Idea Where to start looking ...".

Use your creativity, darling, and give us some signal where to find you.

PS: I didn't really sell your Willie Nelson LP's to Bob. I switched them secretly with the John Denver collection box that you received as Christmas present last year. Bob will not notice the difference, believe me.

I miss you Joey, come back soon.
Mrs D.

Joey, sweet brother, please come home. We miss you so much and the kitchen is completely stuffed with dirty dishes. Everything you have done is forgiven ! No hard feelings!
I bought myself some fantastic new false teeth based upon the latest NASA technology which was  successfully tested on dogs.

Don't worry about the crazy amount of money I had to pay for them; your lovely wife has paid me yesterday (she has sold your complete Willy Nelson LP collection to Bob).

PS: the Ears on the first picture are fake (not mine )! Just a little joke of William.
Come Home, Bro!

Your Dear(est) Brother Averell.