enjoying his tea break, he was sat on a bench watching the wind blow dust eddies across the yard and listening to the birds twittering in the distant barn.

He listened a bit longer, then carefully set down his tea mug, picked up a rather hefty looking golf club, took careful aim, and whacked the ball as hard as he could, to be rewarded by a lot of squawking and flapping as the ball landed hard in the middle of the distant barn full of birds. After a few moments, they had all flown away, leaving nothing but a peaceful silence. Bob picked up his tea mug again, and continued his tea break.

until herd in the distance a twin blade(helicopter)coming towards him

which, unfortunately, flew into a flock of squawking birds that had recently taken flight unexpectedly, and so the helicopter had to make an emergency landing for extensive repairs to the blades, which would leave it out of commission for at least a month. In the meantime, peace returned...

to the world, poverty was ended and famine was a thing of the past.

which, of course...

could never happen in reality at this moment in time

or any moment in time for this matter...

but since when did reality matter in this story,thought Brian.

Since relaity can be an illusion Brian decided to

learn a few magic tricks, and fit right in with the 'all reality is an illusion' theory.

Though Brian thought that as his perception is sometimes wrong he could boost his magic tricks by wearing the magical

cloak of destiny or so what he thought after a few trys &

a bottle of gin

& a bottle of jd he throws himself a

at the feet of

the statue of

Liberty which by the way

looked a bit differant inside the entrance to the royal albert hall as it was

blocking the entrance itself with vengeance

worthy of a penguin on LSD

feck off said...

a passing gnu

and passed on...

the water troff filled with lefted over beer from the royal albert hall on 16 october that had ran dry ... hic