And we're onto my favourite city! I hope you are super excited to read what I'm about to write! I've even used exclamation marks on the end of every sentence so far, and as I've said before, exclamation marks are to be valued!

After a long and extremely tiring journey that involved a lot of bees, orange juice and flamingo tap dancing shoes (don't ask) I arrived in Brush. One thing you should know about Brush is that it smells amazing. Depending on where you are, you get a range of crackalackin' scents, unless you're in Paint Water Back ally. Paint Water Back Ally isn't a back ally at all, it's a small neighbourhood that stinks of the sausage flavour Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean, which is basically dog biscuits. Anyway, let's get back on track.  I was tired and in the whole bee-juice-flamingo episode I lost my wallet, which contained a humbug, that stick of gum I was saving for later, my boat license, all my cash and my Dosh card, which is pretty much a Doodladian credit card.

So I had no money.
I was planning on booking a room in the Hotel Kuli, but that idea was scrapped, and it was all that stupid flamingo tap dancing instructor's fault. So I hatched a simply ingenious plan, which would allow me to research the city in detail and get a place to sleep. I was going to go knocking on people's door and say in my best Doodling accent (Doodladia has a very wide range of accents. Doodling is posh English, Lidcap is Amercan, Crayonsly is Australian, Brush is Irish and Highlighting has a light welsh accent, but with a bit of Scottish and German thrown in there.) and explain politely that I was a student and my wallet had been stolen, so was it alright if I could possibly stay for the night/week/s?

The answer from most households, was quite clearly, no. I spent my first day wandering the elegant streets of Brush, occasionally knocking on the door of a house that looked like it had friendly people inside. I based my friendliness assumption on wether they had garden gnomes or not, because garden gnomes are just the nicest people. Sadly I was blatantly refused about a million times. That is until I reached the Watercolour District.

Brush is split up into a bunch of districts, and they are the Oil district, the Acrylic district, the Watercolour district, the Abstract district and the Pastel district. I have now said the word 'district' too many times.

Anywho, I'd been dandering around Acrylic and Pastel, and somehow made way to Watercolour. It's full of blue marble buildings and other Italian like stuff. In fact, that's basically the best way to describe Brush in ten words. So I decided to give the knocking-on-a-stranger's-door-and-asking-politely-if-I-could-stay thing one last shot. I went up to a house and knocked, and a small snotty kid answered it. He stared at me for about a minute and a half, which actually seems a very long time when you're the receiver of a stare. Eventually I said, "Um.. Ollo," the kid sniffed and shuffled around a bit, looked at the floor and back up again, and then replied with, "Wya..." Which translates to "Hi...". The following conversation kind of went like this (I forget the details)
"Tin me irritated thine lifesource iwant?"
"Can I talk to your parents please?"

"Um... Once mine ratnibblerannoying ish hole. Mine parents art toiling,"
"Um... Only my sister is home. My parents are working,"

"Oh - soz, evercare. Me'm soz number disgruntledmoling thee,"
"Oh - sorry, never mind. I'm sorry for disturbing you,"

At this point I didn't want to trouble this boy or his sister. If I was in their position is be terrified that a random stranger was at my door, never mind asking if my mum and dad were around, because I did a lot of naughty stuff when I was younger and I really didn't want my parents to find out about.

I was just about to leave when a lady came up the path. After a long explanation about why I was 'loitering' outside her house and a bit of shouting, she apologised for yelling at me and I apologised for hanging round her house all suspicious like, I was invited in for tea.

It turned out the snotty kid had a twin called Daniel, and he was called Joe. It was unbelievably confuddling because they were purposely trying to trick me, so I ended up calling them both Janiel. The girl was super sweet and addicted to music, bands like Panic! At The Congregation Of 80s Dudes In That Night Club Down The Road, (shortened to P!ATCO80DITNCDTR) News, The Rubbing Out Pens, and some dude called Jefrico Titanium. His music is basically drums and screaming. 

I had an awesome time in Brush, even though you had to pay to go to the toilet in the Museum of Exquisite Colours, and there was a massive clock tower right beside the house that tolled double the amount necessary, and that the only channels on TV was the History of Llamas, How to Clean Stuff and the Ballet of Small Men, which were good for the first eight and half minutes. Other than that I had a brilliant time! Also I got stuck in the train toilets as I was travelling from district to district. Oh, and I was accidentally arrested because I looked like someone who had hijacked a Croissant Shop.
Ok I'm done now.