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Friday, November 13, 2009
 

On alien invasions

They came for us during the Shipping Forecast.

As the sombre woman on Radio Four warned us of gales in Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire, Cromarty, Forth, Faeroes and South-East Iceland, they came out of the skies to conquer a sleeping nation.

And I saw them. I saw them coming.

"Southerly or southwesterly six to gale eight decreasing four or five, backing south-easterly five, occasionally six later."

Five twenty-two in the morning. And I drive in the dark on the main road toward Bournemouth, over the hill above Tolpuddle and down to Bere Regis.

There, around the long sweep of the dual carriageway, they came through the drizzle.

"Cyclonic five or six, becoming variable four, then becoming southerly four or five later."

Blue. White. Bright. Hanging above the road, sweeping from right-to-left as I drove toward it, right foot on the gas pedal despite knowing that I was driving relentlessly into danger.

And then…

"Northerly five to seven. Rough, occasional rain."

And then, as my wipers thrummed across the not-quite-wet-enough-to-work windscreen, another.

Just like the first, blue, white, illuminated with a deathly glow, hovering with menace just above the road, sweeping slowly across my line of vision as I headed onward, ever onward toward them.

These visitors. These invaders, menace oozing from them as they hatched their plans against humanity, alien markings becoming clear on their hulls, their intention clear. They come not in peace. They come to dominate, destroy.

I tried to scream. To call out. To reach for the hands-free. But nothing. Nothing except:

"And now the forecast for the inshore waters of Great Britain and Ireland. A new low will…"

Then, I breathe.

Keep Left signs.

We are being invaded by brain-eating aliens disguised as Keep Left signs.

You have been warned.

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Keep left signs really would cause havoc around here.

Also:

FURST!!!

Insomnia FTW!!!
 
Take your Texta to Work.
Keep (what's) left
Keep (c)left palates
Keep left(overs)

Then blog the results. It's the least you could do. And is this true? The side of road a country drives on is determined (in some countries) by former Napoleonic domination, with the aristos joining the plebs on the right hand side of the road initially so they weren't identified and sent to Mr Guillotine.
 
I SO won that Quiz Night for them

*waves at Dawn*
 
Scary, do you have any official documentation to prove that you are not barmy?

p.s. The aliens disguise themselves as shopping trolleys around these parts.
 
Yes.

"I am not mad"
 
But Monty Python warned us of this danger years ago. I remember seeing a documentary about vicious gangs of keep left signs that attacked people.
 
They had those signs around where we were. *sigh* And now we have a labor government.
 
Ignore them, they'll fight the Keep Right signs TO THE DEATH. Like those black and white faced people in Star Trek.
 
"Labor"?
 
We have a Labrador government.
 
i.e. The barking leading the blind.
 
I think they have invaded teh intarnets. I got the following in an email today

from CEO inside lazily nuclear
alchemists pork chop
or dahlia

It must be code for something ...
 
Yes they spell it Labor.

And they are criminals who must be stopped.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRNyyhO9u0A
 
*think I'm in lurve*
Do you like cats, Mr Pony?
 
Yes, you may be correct. But what does our benevolent overlord Ceiling Cat have to say about it?
 
Ceiling Cat is here to protect us from Basement Cat.
 
I believe that the brain-eaten may now be commenting at The Mail Online.
 
"I tried to scream. To call out. To reach for the hands-free."

If it's a hands free, why did you try to reach it?
 
I need my eyes tested, I read "brian eating allens".
 
Over here, they have come disguised as large orange traffic cones. The people of Indiana have already accepted them as gods and slow to a crawl whenever they spot one and genuflect madly in their vehicles.

Even if the orange-traffic-cone-alien is out standing in a field 200 yards away from the roadway.

For they demand worship, praise, genuflection and stuff like that. I have evidence. I have driven through so-called "road work zones" in Indiana.
 
Isn't there some theory that if you always take left turns you'll end up back in time with a bad spiral perm, dodgy flares and a cigarette butt protruding from your gub?
 
Gas pedal? What is this gas? This proud nation invented a car that runs on Petroleum Spirit! Get a grip.
 
@Sewmouse: All of the orange-traffic-cone-aliens are outstanding in their field...it's how they got into the program...
 
Interesting story as for me. I'd like to read more about this theme.
By the way look at the design I've made myself Overnight escorts
 
Being a nosy sod I clicked on the above.

Don't look now Scary D - you've been invaded by a load of hoors trying desperately to look sexy but only managingconstipated.

Keep pushing love it'll help you done a poo and you'll be a ble to sit/stand properly
 
Has the duckuss survived the storm?
 
I would like to loudly protest the lack of Caturday post which we, your faithful readers, have come to expect.

I shall be reporting this to the highest authority.

"Dear Ceiling Cat,"
 
Ah Mr Bond, you spoil us with your weekend posts ...
 
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