As I said yesterday the Ghost Writer had to
go into his office today to do things, he is not happy apparently he has got
five more working days till Christmas, it does not sound much to me. He says
that there is only eight of nine more Saturdays till Christmas and only about
three weeks until Easter eggs start appearing in the shops and the hardiest of
folk start queuing up to buy the Boxing day sale bargains. As someone who makes things out of cardboard
boxes, Boxing Day is a good day as in general there are lots of empty boxes
about that folk do not want.
The Ghost Writer says he wrote the greatest
technical paper ever written about something no one is interested in and then he
shouted at some software. Of course his
technical paper is technically not the greatest technical paper ever written as
my diary is, although it uses a lot of paper. It is also the dynamic opposite
of his technical paper as everyone is interested in my diary, well everyone
except the very nice Mr Steven Spielberg, but I now put this down to the fact
it is too heavy to pick up these days and he is getting a little older than he
was.
To slightly change the
subject myself and Mr Jones noticed a bright light in the sky to the west
tonight, low on the horizon hovering in the air at dusk. So it is plainly an alien Venusian Battle
craft masquerading as a planet, but we known, they can’t fool us, we have not
been turned into Zombies getting excited by folk baking cakes, and things like
that in order to win a glass cake stand.
Those Zombies are testing
the human population and once enough folk spend the night watching cakes bake,
or so called celebrities who keep telling the nice Mr Spielberg I am mad,
dancing in circles or the man from the butchers singing the green green grass
of home while his dog tap dances; they will make their move (that’s the Zombies
not the dancers). Well that’s if the aliens don’t get here first and end up in
a battle to the death battle with Zombies while the human race phone up to vote
for the fire eating granny from Blackpool or a French ventriloquist oblivious
of what is going on outside (that’s the humans not the French ventriloquist) .
AH . . . . . . . DAMN I
got all distracted again, this diary is getting a bit erratic. Anyway I got a
photograph of the alien battle cruiser with the Steam powered Y Ray telescope
as evidence of what is going on. People
don’t believe me without evidence which is quite frankly unbelievable.
For one brief moment, I thought that photo was a Google Uranus. Oh, the mention of Blackpool is a horrifying thought. Happy Boxing Day Eve.
ReplyDeleteNo that really was a photo of a spacecraft (OK Venus) tweaked a bit for dramatic effect.
DeleteI have never been to Blackpool although I was quite close to it once by mistake.
When you say "frankly unbelievable" I think that could mean a few different interpretations. It could mean people and horses named Frank don't believe you but everyone else does. It would be considerably confusing to someone who had been named Frank at birth but then was switched with another non-Frank baby, and they want to believe you but just can't for innate reasons. Frank also means French, so possibly only French people or maybe everyone who speaks or thinks or dreams in the French language would not believe you. In this second language issue it could also be a gradient issue. If someone knew absolutely no French nor named Frank, didn't know anybody named Frank or had never even heard of France, then this person could be a total disciple of The Rob. But as people become more French-like, then they would graduaLLy start to doubt you more and more. And then take the Russians for example, they are Francophiles, so somebody high up on the food chain, say Putin, he might not even believe that you eXist!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMy good friend Mr F is called Frank he is not French but he is half Italian. His wife who very sadly died recently was German but she also had some other nationality in her family. I cant remember at the moment what the other nationality was due to my rather iffy brain.
DeleteI am sure Mr Putin must believe I exist as we have his portrait hanging in our hall way to the bedrooms, which was quietly smuggled out of the Kremlin by a large dog with red eyes. Thats the picture not the hall way.
Was it the west or the east, because I saw Jupiter last night, very low towards the horizon (couldn't get my telescope out cos the trees are in the way and I had to stand on the main road) Venus is out of sight for me too because of the other trees and flippin' caravans and motorhomes..... now it's too cloudy to go star gazing.... I think your dad needs to get out his weather machine out again and clear these skies!!!
ReplyDeleteIt was to the West and very low Mr H it did occur to me it could be Jupiter but it looked in the wrong place to me. As for the caravans I believe they might blow away tonight or tomorrow so will give you a better view of the sky. Ever dark cloud has a silver thingy as they say....
DeleteSorry chaps I have been a bit busy and am catching up with comments now as I hide from the big storm . . . Well actually it is not here yet, I am eating Spicy Cheese Scones and drinking tea after a trip up a ladder...... It was a bit windy up there.
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