The other day I was a little parched... I needed some cool refreshing water... I decided to head to my local water source or office water tower as it's known... and you know what they say about the water cooler... it is indeed where you get fresh chilled water..
My thirst was about to be relieved... the water ebbing it's way towards my dry mouth... when my eyes cast down and noticed the picture on the water...
Clearly from the looks of that fish/creature thing this water is indeed the purist and cleaninst of water... in no way does that fish look distressed or even mutated... It was clear that this water was from the waters around Sellafield Nuclear Power plant.. cause nothing cleanses the water like Nuclear waste...
Well I drank from the cup and quenched my thirst safe in the knowledge that this was indeed the purist English Water money could buy...
The Doctor told me the next week that the seven extra fingers that have appeared on my shoulder are nothing to do with this water..
I'm just a two foot tall wombat, living his life and travelling the world. I started out scouring the city of London for a positive news story... I gave up! We live in a world where Ricky Martin has more followers than the Dalai Lama! This is truly an unjust world! So I became the sort of English teacher who saw himself as a wombat dressed like Che Guevara and started writing a blog of gripes, political problems and general stories...which is sort of a diary I suppose.... sort of.
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
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