Thursday, October 2, 2014

When Small Fish Hit The Big Screen


    In my youth, I watched political party conferences with the fervour of a born-again Christian knitting Cliff Richard dolls for the deaf.

    Older and wiser now, I lounge in my recliner beside a bathtub brimming with peeled anchovies, firing tiny morsels of fish at my 48" HD screen with a 1/16 replica of a medieval catapult while I scream words chosen randomly from Gray’s Anatomy.

    Yup, it’s called progress...





2 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

Thanks for that, Whirl. I'm sure my family would be delighted to hear "anus" suddenly shouted at top volume from my computer.

Luckily they are all upstairs and it's only the cat that was startled. He doesn't care what anyone shouts as long as they give him food.

Whirlochre said...

Always glad to give Rufus a momentary workout.

Left to their own devices, cats would just sleep all day.