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
