Saturday, 18 February 2012
Elvis is Everywhere even the International Space Station
Our neighbour popped round to see mum at one point today with a small piece of paper, but only I was in. So instead of saying something like the lighthouse is glowing in the corn field, I will drive the combine harvester to the market on Friday which is what all these spy people say to one another. She said Hello Rob I thought you might like this. A cunning deception to distract me from the suspicion she is a spy.
Now you might wonder why I think our neighbour is a spy. After all to the outside world she and her husband as a quiet retired couple minding their own business and doing stuff that retired folk do. But I have been told by them that they have a spy camera hidden in a bird box that can see all sorts of things and not only that can record every sound over a large area. So there you have it is not long ago I was discussing Spy Rocks and now we have Spy bird nesting boxes. Which all ties in with recent headlines about drone bots the size of small birds than can sneak into high security secret places and do things like steal secrets.
On the piece of paper was information and not just any information it was this
International Space Station
Rise from the West
Monday 20th 7:20pm
Tuesday 21st 6:21pm
Wednesday 22nd 7:09pm
Thursday 23rd 6:12pm
Friday 24th 6:51pm
She said if we watch the sky at these times we will see the International Space Station
going across the sky if we look towards the south. But well I think there is a cunning master plan at work. The dog says it might be Starbucks and the space station will be sending subliminal messages or pulling a huge banner saying Starbucks Coffee Make Space For It.
As I mentioned at the time of the latest Spy Rock story in my diary, the dog made a life size Rock Spy Elvis but what I have failed to mention until now it had its leg chewed off by a fox while the dog was conducting night tests on his spy Elvis. We think it might have been the sequined suit because foxes hate sequins and the shaky Elvis leg may have encouraged some sort of mating ritual that went badly wrong. Luckily we still had some old pirate wooden legs from back in the day so ……… Elvis Lives YAAAAAAAAAA. Mum just said IDIOT.
There is only one song that can possibly be used with tonight's Diary entry