The rambling diary of an ordinary slightly quirky dodgy artist in the rolling hills of the English Welsh borders, telling the tale of the life of the common man in an uncommon way and also explaining many things about science and the world. Zombies, Monsters and strange mechanical things included by request. Plus some bad Poetry
Thursday, 19 September 2013
The rather quick Robot Post
One small step for man, One giant leap for Cardboard Robots........ AH yes . . . . . . . . I am off out tonight for a curry so all a bit of a rush . . . . . Sorry I may return later.........
We have returned from our curry in Monty with
Mr Charlie and Miss Jane, we all had our usual, we are rather predictable about
our curries. I have been eating almost the same curry when I go out for a meal for
nearly a million years, which is a long time, although back then they did do a rather
good Pterodactyl starter which was very popular. In fact maybe a bit too popular,
but it was a great party when we finally ate the last one . . . How we laughed.
Tonight we discussed Spam not
the internet annoyance that plagues the internet with instant make things bigger,
make bits vanish or make loads of money doing nothing except blink at a frog
once an hour on Sundays. No we talked about Spam the pork based tin of meat we
all love or hate and how people either love or hate it. We then talked about
family history and other stuff before finally arriving at a discussion about my
diary and how it is now much longer and rather more interesting than War and Peace.
However Mr Charlie and Miss Jane do not read my diary. So it has been decided I
would make a friend request on FB to Mr Charlie after he drew the short straw, he
drew it on his napkin like Picasso used to do when he went to restaurants.
Sadly the waiter refused to accept the drawing as payment for the meal despite
the fact we explained Picasso did it all the time (while he was alive, he no
longer does this).
Mr Charlie is a bit of a
mechanical whizz chap with many interesting and useful skills so I have
explained that my diary is full of very useful information like there are no
trees on the moon apparently. Dad and me are still working on a solution to
this for our commercial moon flights. In the short term we are selling one way
tickets since they are remarkably popular at present for trips to Mars.
Anyway I think in anticipation
of Mr Charlie arriving in a blasé of glory I must say . . . . . . Hello Mr Charlie; Ooooooo I cant type by the way or spell so sometimes
things make no sense.