Perpetual Motion Machines and Naked Charity Calendars analyzed . . .(PART 3)

As I stated yesterday, clearly the only form of Perpetual Motion Machine that is going to work is a Nano Sub Atomic Particle Perpetual Motion Machine, but it is never going to be any good on a nude charity calendar of Scientists and Perpetual Motion machines so ironically science is left with the only thing it can do and use those classic old Victorian Machines which although failing to perform as Perpetual Motion Machines do have a classic beauty that the working machine would lack. And they are just large enough to keep some modesty.  

However a terrible dilemma indeed for Science, as in order to produce the perfect calendar it is necessary to use a device that any scientist who knows their stuff would know does not work.  In particular the Newtonian Speak Your Weight Perpetual Motion Machine as demonstrated by our substitute nude Scientist, Miss Traction Engine 2014 winner of the Cleethorpes Spring Steam fair. . . . Scientists are never going to appear nude with a novelty machine like that.

As someone once said in a film about Science . . . . Beauty Killed the Beast . . . . . It appears Miss Traction Engine 2014 objected to the Newtonian Speak Your Weight Perpetual Motion Machine shouting out 15 stone 10 pounds. And I think I have now said more than enough on the subject and will now move on to new and as yet unknown questions of our time.  DAMN I need a new Question. . .

Ooooo I may have finally sorted a very troublesome computer, they can be stubborn things. I have noted my new idea looking at the great questions of our time is going down like a lead balloon with the punters, but I am not yet deterred, I just need a few popular issues to discuss. . . .I’m not good at popular, you should see me at parties.

Reuniouns, Proof of Aliens Breeding on Earth and Dogs

Before I return to tell more of the secret mission on the South Wales coast I must first let you know I have been close to the North Wales Coast today on what was a grand reunion for old school friends. I must also add that although I was there it was not a grand reunion for my school and I did not have a clue who anyone was, and they did not know who I was, although they all knew each other. It is odd being at the grand reunion of folk who have not seen one another for up to 40 odd years or so when you have never met them before, but they were all very nice people and I got to have a nice lunch, a hot chocolate and an exciting drive along some of the wettest motorways I have ever been on which was well scary….

So while on the subject of wet scary things I should show you my proof of aliens breeding on the beaches of Saundersfoot in Pembrokeshire, because it is rather convincing. And before anyone thinks I have been tinkering with the picture I can assure you I have not. The only thing I have not worked out is do these aliens remain tiny aliens in which case they can sneak about unseen, after all I did photograph those Nano-Alien spacecraft way back when and those two bits of evidence do rather link up rather well. On the other hand they could grow into huge aliens very fast and pass themselves off as members of the yacht club; in fact could it be the local yacht club is a front for alien activity.

Note the little Alien faces as they emerge from their shells

 One other small thing I noticed about beaches is they have a strange effect on two particular creatures on the planet; both go a bit silly when placed on a nice sandy beach, Humans and Dogs.  Is there a reason for this what is in both men and dogs that makes them run about on beaches digging holes and chasing balls, is the fact that a dog will see man as a god and god is in fact dog backwards significant. Could it be that we both emerged from the primitive earth’s sea millions of years ago at the same time, man throwing his first pointy stick at his prey only to have it returned by a primitive dog wagging his tail and waiting for a treat, did this lead to the hotdog (lead . . . dog . . . Hah HAHHAH ha hah ha hah ha hah ha hah hah ah ah ah ha hhhah hahah ha hah hah ha ha ha hahah ah)      

conclusive proof of aliens and Alien Nano-Spacecraft

Last night in the dark as I was watching the last of the light from the sun at about half past eleven I could hear rustling in the undergrowth. But of course it was dark, when I say last of the light it was merely the hint of a red-blue glow so you could not see much. I therefore came up with a master plan I would point the camera in the direction of the noise and use the flash to capture an image of the rustling beast. Now if you are reading the highly successful book (The diary of Rob Z Tobor Year two) it is likely you will not have a picture to look at now, particularly if you have gone for the cheaper paperback option. The rest of us are OK we have the picture to look at.

Interestingly I have been out again tonight to see if I can see these spheres again but nothing, 

I tried several times but nothing

So there you go conclusive proof of aliens, Mr Jones says those spheres are in fact nano-spacecraft from the mother spacecraft which is in a geostationary position above his house and were watching us in the dark. Well OK they were watching me in the dark last night, well me and the dog and Sooty the Cat. Mr Jones says we should be very cautious as government bodies and departments of a secret nature will be after this image and will need to wipe the memory from my brain.

I think in short Mr Jones is saying the men in dark designer sunglasses will be back on our trail again and I really should not post this image in cyberspace. I think after the last time I have little to fear and as we know dark designer sun glasses in a British summer are rubbish, you cant see a thing because it is too gloomy and dark.

The dog says that Mr Jones is talking total rubbish and the picture is in fact the so called famous Fairies at the bottom of the garden, all this talk of Alien Nano-Spacecraft is just far fetched madness.

I even took the image to school to show the science teacher who said in his opinion this was the work of an intelligent tribe of pixies who had made nano-spybots and were probably testing them on an unsuspecting IDIOT and the rustling was the fact they had not yet got the hang of the controls yet; resulting in them bumping into shrubs and the like in the dark. He then said I should be on the lookout for pixies trying to get their image back and they might try to wipe my mind, although he did add he thought there was little point in doing that really?

Mum says we are all IDIOTS

Tonights youtube song is brought to you thanks to  hootchinhannah's last blog post ............ A new band for me.

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