The Office, The African Queen and Sky Treasure

The Ghost Writer was in his office today, it was extremely hot as it has been everywhere now for a while. He was also on his own dismantling the network as everyone has now moved out and for a few weeks he will get to play in a large office all alone so he can pretend to be the boss and have extra tea breaks.

However the heat got to him and in a desperate attempt to cool down and avoid the sun he decided to dress and move about as folk might do in a hot environment, based on his knowledge of hot environments, which is old films like The African Queen.  So I think it was no surprise that when he did eventually venture downstairs to the other office where other folk were working, wearing his improvised outfit, he was set upon by several passing policemen. As it happens the police station is just up the road (or down the road I still am not sure about protocol for up and down roads), anyway once he explained he was an IT Guru hunting a RAM and was the Ghost Writer of Rob Z Tobor they let him go and they wished him luck or was it said he was MAD.

As for me I was looking for sky treasure where X marked the spot HAR HAR HAR  . . . . . . . . . Sadly I was let down by the lack of convenient transportation to go up, so the treasure got away . . . . . . . .DAMN  

    

The Car, the RAC Man and Pgytis Manra the Micro God

AH yes last night as we went off for a meal with our Friend Mr F to The Sun we sort of broke down, I say sort of because after kicking the car a bit and hitting it with a large stick then phoning the man from the RAC who put us in the priority list; I explained that the very nice Steven Spielberg was making a movie and that a car braking down was rather a nuisance when there is a large film crew in convoy stopped on the main road. Which of course is true it would be, and will be, when Mr Spielberg gets round to making the film, but then dad and Mr F managed to get the car going again so we made it to The Sun (the inn not the big orange thing in the sky) so we phoned the RAC man and said that all was well.

Pgytis Manra the Micro God of Cunning, Stealth and  Small to Medium Machines

Today is seriously hot again and added to that the  grass strimmer was not working so I was sorting that out and discovered the spark plug was a bit rubbish even though the voltage to the spark plug was excellent, I also discovered that my heart works fine too and that a large voltage to my body has no effect to my typing ability which is sadly just as bad as it was before.

Anyway in order to avoid further mishaps I have drawn Pgytis Manra the Micro God of Cunning, Stealth and  small to medium machines…… 

PHEW its hot  . . . . . . . .really hot 

A Hot Day in a Speeding Ice Cube

Today was all about heat because it was hot again, some say it was hotter than yesterday and they may be right. But one thing for sure is it was hot very very very hot. I bet as I moan about how hot it was and still is, even though it is well into the evening there are people in far off lands saying CALL THAT HOT,THAT’S NOT HOT,THIS IS HOT as they show off their tropical forest or desert, but there is one thing all these really hot places don’t have which makes the heat in Britain so much worse than anywhere else on Earth. They don’t have us British complaining about the weather, we are the best in the world at doing that and can make any day into an epic weather disaster with a HA HA HA and the wave of a hand.

So I have tried twice to cool down but on both occasions things did not go to plan so I am back just being hot because as I said just a few seconds ago it was very very very hot and I mean hot.

So Plan One was to freeze myself into a large block of ice but there are draw backs to this which I had not planned on, the first of which is it is rather difficult to move. I bet you are thinking he should have thought of that its obvious, but due to excessive heat my brain was not working and by the time I was frozen in the block of ice it was too late. And I had not anticipated the arrival of some rather annoying Arctic Terns, who I swear were laughing and sniggering while they sat on the ice. Finally it is not good to be at the top of a long slope trapped in a block of ice when it starts to slide down the full length of the High Street, Esmeralda said she never pushed it but I could not turn (tern, turn HAH HAHAH HHAh ah ah hahhah hahh hahahhah haha) round to see. The good thing is that if you are trapped in a large block of ice hitting a brick wall at high speed will get you out. But I was really hot then . . . . . . .PHEW.

Plan Two, have a nice long bath now what could possibly go wrong, well it appears when I emptied the bath it flooded the utility room so I had to clean it up and in the process got rather hot due to the heat of the day as it was very hot…….. Did I tell you it was very very very hot today, I mean it really hot……… 

The DAMN beast has gone for now PHEW

   

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Erifa the Micro God of Deserts and Hot Places

Today has been hot very hot, I am not sure if it was hotter than yesterday but it was hot. I managed to do a bit of this and that and paint a very small wall Moroccan Blue and I appear to be slightly more reddish that I was, but after working outside in the sun for three days it is hardly a surprise……. Anyway did I tell you that is was hot today, because the one thing I remember as I crawled across the patio on all fours in a delirious haze of deliriousness was thinking DAMN it is HOT REALLY HOT…. And the vision of Erifa the Micro God of Deserts and Hot Places was sat on the summer house sniggering…… 

Erifa 

I see the Grumpy Scotsman won the win thing PHEW that means we can finally put that old sporting Ghost to bed at last after three thousand years.

 And Finally

For those of you who are happy I smile….:)

And for those of you who are sad, I am sad…. :(

Ooooooooo yes did I mention it was very very very hot today, no I mean it . . . . . . . . really hot.

Engelbert Humperdinck and a heat haze of nothing.

Normally at this point in the day having not given it a single thought I can sit down and ad-lib an exciting and interesting story (OK maybe not) out of thin air, not that I am aware that the air is thin here, just normal regular air like the rest of the UK. But tonight I have sat down and well nothing, not a thought just a heat haze of nothing, the result of several days of having my brain fried by the sun. Yes it might be true that the solar panels on the roof have produced enough energy to heat the house for two years in the last couple of days, but that is not exactly what we wish to do right now. So here I am frazzled with a hot brain and unable to function normally.

Taken about fifteen minutes ago at the back of the house

YES it has finally gone PHEW

Taken at the front of the house this morning still pretending we are in the tropics

The only heartening thing was some cloud drifting over the sun about an hour ago so maybe it’s a sign, I am due to drum with my colleague tomorrow night all being well and top of the list is the rain rhythm. What is more worrying is the Cultural Olympian has also hit a mental block, well not at a personal level, I think he prefers hot to rain, he has not got fond memories of rain, or anything else as it happens but deep within the DNA of cardboard is a built in desire to avoid rain.

I did built a small obelisk for sweet peas to grow up, out of hazel pruned freshly out of the hedge, otherwise I spent most of the day complaining it was hot (just for a change). Several hot days, then Eurovision and then more heat is more than a normal mind can cope with.  And if I see Engelbert Humperdinck standing on Buckingham palace playing air guitar next weekend then I am sorry but I will have to set the dog on him……… ……… AH the dog likes Engelbert Humperdinck, although mum has added IDIOT, she is referring to the dog not Engelbert Humperdinck.

OK I must try and do something constructive even if its only complain about the weather……. Have I told you all how hot it is…PHEW it is HOT.

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