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I saw an alien disguard rubbish

 For some reason it feels nowadays a lot of things are made up. Like, you can never really trust what you read or see. For the dreaded gods of A.I. now rule the ether. I must say it is great to have auto checking punctuation and spelling for writing. However, will there be a day when there is auto checking for truth and facts? Such is the question. I got on the plane at Edinburgh and flew to London City airport. Flying now feel so matter of fact it is a simple thing to do. For a moment I just put my head back and closed my eyes. Then I looked at the window at the clouds. We passed a small cloud and it looked odd. Very odd. Like it had a flat bottom. I mean how can a cloud be completely flat on the bottom and not have fluffiness all around it? They are just water vapour and water vapour does it's own thing. However, as I looked closer I saw what seemed to be a window in the cloud. It was all very brief and I may very well have been dreaming, except my eyes were open and I wasn't...

Trump is an Alien

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  We are encroaching a day of reckoning, when the most incompetent President ever to have won an election must give up his title. Well; truthfully he'll never give up his title because in honour of holding this position he can continue to be called President even after leaving the job. What it does question is how on earth he was able to get the job in the first place? In the answer to this there is both hope and despair. For his alleged wealth played a big part in it, this is the despair part. Whilst in theory if someone like this can get the job then anyone could get the job, the hope. Mind the reality is probably closer to despair. Rich, well connected advocates will always have the edge in becoming President than a down and out person. Social connections in the stratosphere of politics and class matter beyond anything. This is and has been his currency. The reality is Trump is actually an alien. There are a wealth of clues to this, the odd behaviour of the entire Trump fami...

Kidnapped by Bigfoot

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I met Margaret who often liked to be called by the name of Mrs T, on her account of being obsessed with drinking a cup of tea every hour, at London Bridge. It was more of a bumping into than a meeting, she'd had a flask in her hand and in the other was looking down at her mobile. I was looking down at my mobile and hence the collision. Perhaps it was a form of serendipity, perhaps not. We got into a discussion of how mobile phones were making us morons and we shared details of a recent news item about a man on platform 13 and a half who'd fallen on the rail while watching an episode of the clangers then proceeded to get run over by the 6:14 direct connect to Euston. They apparently found his severed hand still clutching the mobile and his head a hundred yards up the track. It must of been one hell of a surprise and no doubt he wondered what happened to Soup Dragon at the end of the episode. Well he'll never know now. Anyway I digress. We got on like a house on fire and Mr...