Sorry I'm late for the A to Z. . .(A is for Aliens)

Well I am back writing my diary after my blogging adventure of writing nonsense poetry about Aardvarks, which has been described as similar that that of Vogon Poetry, well that is not very nice is it.  Although interestingly enough the mention of the Vogons brings us to some real life events of which you do not know, you see late in the evening well after midnight there have been lights in the woods.  No not little twinkly lights like fairy lights or torches but big lights sort of light up half a forest sort of lights. We have been speculating what these lights might be, Mr Jones of course says it is alien spacecraft maybe even the mothership (you never get father ships). Now folk have laughed at this and say he is a nutter,  but he has a good point because it is clearly not Zombies because one thing I do know about Zombies is the are not keen on bright lights certainly not ones that will fry half a million moths at a time, because Zombies are light sensitive.  Folk have suggested other hypnosis’s as to why; but to tell the truth they are exceedingly boring and Steven Spielberg is hardly likely to make a boring film (AH hang on he was conned by those sneaky horses).  No he needs a high action block buster about an eccentric in cyberspace to get him back on track and to boost the flagging street cred . . . .  its not his fault, we all get old and lose our way.

AH YES lose our way that reminds me, only a short while ago two small children (OK they were teenagers . . . but not COOL ones) walked up our drive way and asked if I knew where they were as they were lost.  As it happened I did know where I was because I was at home; it appears they were heading to a camp site, but were not sure which one or what is was called. Having given the situation much thought I sent them on there way to what is probably  the right place as they knew they had to cross a mine field (sorry I mean field) and past the old mine where the dragons live (OK they are small invisible dragons. . . honest). Anyway that is about it for tonight. If I remember what else has happened I will tell you (and me) about it before I forget again.

What’s that Skippy some small teenage walkers have fallen down the mine shaft and been eaten by aliens . . . . . HAH HAHAHH AH Haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h a hah ah ah aha ha ha hahha haha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ah ha . . . . . . . . . . I'm sure that Skippy pushes folk into mine shafts…. I cant blame him.