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