Around 4am I was awoken by a soft bleeping noise and a small flashing blue light. As the world came into focus in the eerie half light of pre-dawn, I realised that it was coming from my new pen. It's a pen I'd been given by a random salesperson at Starfleet who was trying to get me interested in mobile phones at the time... Badman will tell you all about it, he was there at the time.
As it is, I'd thought no more of the pen, which at first sight is a non-descript disposable biro until this interruption to my sleep pattern. I staggered out of bed and over to the dresser where the pen was sat merrily chirping and flashing. On closer inspection, it appears there is a tiny LED inset next to the nib. As I put my finger over it, the pen clicks and a tiny aerial emerges from the other end, this time with a red flashing light on it. The light flashes red then green a few times and then becomes fixed green. It's connected to something......
Suddenly my phone starts buzzing to alert me to an incoming call, and the caller ID ? "Mission Headquarters at Starfleet (via your cheap pen)". Uh oh!... Something's going down.
Tentativly I answer the phone and hear the following message in a voice I don't recognise:
"Good morning Mr Ball. Sorry to disturb your sleep, but we have mission details for you and the Badman. Your Mission, should you choose to accept it, is to turn 6 weeks worth of work into 2 starting immediately. As always, should you or any of your Starfleet force be caught or killed, the Christopher Robin will disavow any knowledge of your actions. Good luck, Badman and Golfy. This tape will self-destruct in five seconds....."
Oh for the love of wisdom!!! (see what I did there? - if not, read more greek). Instantly I recognise that we have a fundamental problem in need of studying and that dear reader is why, it's all about philosophy in the end. Well, that and this Wikipedia article:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Get_to_Philosophy
I'm off to town with Mrs G our faithful chain driven steeds. It's a bank holiday weekend, I've spoken with the Badman, we've exchanged emails and are making our position clear.
If we had the option I wouldn't accept the mission, but then this is Mission Impossible and we are the best bear and tiger for the job.... erm, actually, the ONLY bear and tiger, but as I always say in times of trouble..... whatever.
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Shucks those guys are good. His cover was perfect right down to the shiny suit and the insincere camaraderie. I really thought he was just trying to flog me a blue-tooth headset. By the way I've been eating too much hunny recently and those straps are starting to chafe. I'm guessing we may stress some off in the next few weeks.
ReplyDeleteGenius by the way, loved it :-)
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