My mate, the BFG and family, came over for a BBQ and to help with some furniture placement at the new place on Saturday. He had gone looking for our house on Google Earth and noticed something strange at the corner shop down the road.
I've decided that the people who run the cafe or the bottle shop are actually aliens, placed on earth to research our ways, ply us with caffeine or alcohol, and transmit the results back to their own planet. As they are just across the road from the golf club they are probably going to send pictures of my slice across the galaxy where it will be studied should it prove useful as a defensive fighting manoeuvre if they decide to begin their earthly domination on the first tee.
Nana has agreed to knit me a balaclava with built in moustache snood so that I can reconnoitre and provide counter intelligence to their evil plans.
Then again, if they're in the bottle shop they can't be all bad.
As long as the "ply us with caffeine or alcohol" bit infers that the aliens will be offering a discount on aforementioned items... I fail to see any issue. Smile for the (intergalactic) camera!
Posted by: Sass | January 10, 2006 at 11:50 AM
So that's where Mork ended up..
It's good to catch up with your recent escapades and a huge Happy New Year to you and Mrs A.
Posted by: llcoffee | January 12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Thought you'd like to know I started hosting my own daily trivia challenge. I've selected different question pools from yours, so if one dose a day doesn't cut it, stop by and play....
Posted by: Rowdy Theologian | January 13, 2006 at 06:33 AM