The Olympic Opening Ceremony, Cliff Richard and the 100,000 nude morris dancers

Well it is yet another grey day in Britain; there is a theory at school that it is the work of undercover agents from a foreign government who are involved with an anonymous mad scientist who is disrupting the weather for large sums of money with his evil weather machine.  The plan is to discredit the opening of the London Olympics with rain, ice and snow and make us Brits look like IDIOTS.  I can see how Cliff Richard singing ‘We’re all going on a summer holiday’ in rain and hail as the bus drives round and round the main stadium in three feet of water could easily give the image of a bunch of deranged cheapskates who have lost the plot. Even the idea of the goat being catapulted over the stadium in a blaze of glory to light the caldron has been dismissed now. It is Eddy the Eagles fault after his practice attempt set fire to Cliff Richard and caused the 100, 000  nude Morris dancers to run for cover as his Olympic torch bounced out of control through the dance routine, setting fire to the pantomime horse and the Archbishop of Canterbury. Still I am sure it will be OK on the day.

Dad is still complaining about his weather machine as it is looking a little the worse for wear after mum torched it with the flame thrower. However a nice man in a suit and dark sunglasses gave dad a large brown envelope full of cash in used notes this evening and told him to fix it and stop messing about.

I, on the other hand have been tinkering with the telescope now I have it back. It is rather old dad bought it about thirty years ago at least and although it is only a little three and a half inch reflector telescope I have worked out that I can take photos of the sky with the digital camera as and when we can see the sky.  My first attempt was not great it was of a pigeon on a telegraph pole two miles away but then the pigeon flew off leaving just the pole. Still it is a start and I will get a decent picture of the moon sooner or later. Either that or the Aliens spacecraft that Mr Jones says will be using the opening of the Olympics as cover to invade Britain.  I rather hope they do land during the opening ceremony the thought of the Archbishop of Canterbury and a pantomime horse in hand to hand mortal combat with aliens while one hundred thousand nude Morris dances run screaming for cover; all to the lyrical tones of Cliff Richard on a bus singing ‘ I married a monster from outer-space’  sounds rather good.        

Oooo yes I am making a bench too at present..

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