...............and then

The office was a pretty average affair really, all the usual plastic plants stuck in toffee paper covered plant pots which had once been filled all the way to the top with the manufactured small stones you can normally buy from garden centres, (which looked like small potatoes), most of these were now gone. Sucked up by the Hoover every Friday night after the pub brigade had finished catapulting them from one side of the very large room to the other with elastic bands or biro made pea shooters (for the smaller ones).

The office had a strange heating system too, it blew out cold air in winter and during the summer the boiler went full belt to spew out the equivalent heat of a jet engine setting off from a runway in Trinidad, which was, by the way, where Jack went on his holidays in 2004. He had a picture of Dwight Yorke on his wall, wearing a Man Utd shirt with the words “wanker” scribbled on his socks. Jack, of course, did not scribble “wanker” on Dwights socks, that was done by Spence, the resident PI. He considered himself a gumshoe type ready to rescue a damsel in distress but everyone thought it was he who should have writing on his socks.

sod it, the SMGO

Sitting across from Susan was Jack. Jack De-ath had plans to become self employed. He was setting up providing a low budget funeral service aimed at providing for those with fewer funds than the average bereaved. He had acquired a vehicle just last week. It was now with the paint sprayers, as it looked a little too garish for its new task. It was an ice cream van but once the yellow and pink iced creams, which were painted on all four sides, were covered it would become less obvious as to its last incarnation and the only thing that needed attention after that, was to disengage the existing problem of “pop goes the weasel” every time he slowed down. Oh, and there was a slight problem with the side window.

.....a day in the life of a fed up system administrator??

The usual things were happening on the land of Gog. The elephants were flying high into the night sky and the shimmering patterns they left with their after burn was quite breath taking. Zorbon, the header, was in fine form and from where the runway was, everyone had a clear vantage point from where to see the full display. From that point he looked down onto the planet and showered gold coins from his trunk upon the fine people of Gog who new that if they were hit by one of these it would simply turn to a penny sweet sherbet filled sweet which was like alter bred with a sweet filling.

Meanwhile, 250,000,000 light years away the sound of a keyboard being pressed was the only sound filling the emptiness of a Monday morning in the Office of Axatack. Susie, the systems administrator, peered out of the window up at the grey sky, which happened to be filled with falling rain, unaware that 250,000,000 light years away there were people smiling.

To be continued…….(if anyone follws) that is J