The Blog Brain Reels...
I am in Norfolk. It is a dazzlingly beautiful day and an alien has appeared in my back garden. You may remember I saw a flying saucer at this location while under hypnosis. Plainly I was not as deluded as I thought I was. The creature appears to be hybernating while standing. This is all too much. The blog brain reels and goes offline.PS That thing really did just appear, nothing to do with me or anybody I know.

15 Comments:
At February 25, 2008 12:05 PM,
Neil Forsyth said…
I'd be careful, Bryan. This could be the start of something. It's sinister in the extreme. Put it in a plastic bag and store it somewhere safe.
At February 25, 2008 12:14 PM,
ian russell said…
it is a rugrat, is it not? It is the equivalent of a horse's head in the bed - you shouldn't have said those awful (and untrue) things about americans...
At February 25, 2008 1:05 PM,
Johntyh said…
Delia 'once a canary, always a canary' Smith's aggresive fan recruitment tour reaches North Norfolk where she disturbs rural calm and balance of mind of London blogger by shouting "Where are you? Where are you? Let's be having you? Come on!"
At February 25, 2008 1:10 PM,
simon b said…
Don't do it Jeffrey, it's a fine blog. Appleyard's just jealous.
At February 25, 2008 1:52 PM,
mutleythedog said…
Its definitely a rugrat - but it may be experiencing an extended 'fantasy sequence' -in which case stand well back!
At February 25, 2008 2:37 PM,
Susan B. said…
OMG, it's a rugrat! Are you pregnant, Bryan?
At February 25, 2008 3:23 PM,
Bryan Appleyard said…
Not quite sure I follow the logic of that, Susan. Is a rugrat - or alien - left at random in your garden an omen of pregnancy? If so, I might try it on my elderly neighbours.
At February 25, 2008 4:32 PM,
Working Class Hero said…
It looks like 'Dil' Pickles to me, so I don't think it will be a problem. Now, if it was Invader Zim...
At February 25, 2008 4:59 PM,
Mark said…
He looks just like Gazza and I suspect he's feeling about the same way.
At February 25, 2008 6:04 PM,
Susan B. said…
Rugrats = crawling babies; in your yard = portent of pregnancy. But it ain't funny if I have to explain it!
At February 25, 2008 6:54 PM,
Frank Wilson said…
I believe that's Walker Lundy.
At February 25, 2008 9:00 PM,
Susan B. said…
Heehee -- Bryan won't get it, Frank, but I do!
At February 26, 2008 11:14 AM,
Nige said…
Walker Lundy?
At February 26, 2008 4:11 PM,
Susan B. said…
Former (bald) editor of the newspaper Frank and I both worked for. He made quite a few enemies during his time with us, mainly because his mission seemed to be that of Axman. Oddly, he also managed to overhire after overfiring -- 'twas the cause of his own demise.
At February 26, 2008 10:10 PM,
Grabber said…
No, no, Bryan, it really was me on the 'phone, asking whether you fancied a pint in the Windsor Castle. Anyway, now I know what happened to my Tellytubbie, you burgling swine...
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