Friday, August 21, 2009
One for Tincanman
I ventured into young Munday's bedroom this morning, in search of clean underwear, and was startled to find this chap astride the desk, looking for all the world as if he lived there.
"Good morning!" he said. "I'm Iron Man, I landed on your planet last night and I'm trying to find my Uncle Tinny. Do you know where he lives?"
"Well," I replied, "The Earth is a big place but by the law of co-incidence I do happen to know someone who might just be your esteemed relative. His name is Tincanman, and he is usually to be found tinkering with the Readers Recommend website or scattering largesse across the Overspill Blog."
"Where is this web-blog of which you speak?" asked the Iron Man.
"Well, if you come downstairs I can show you how to put out a message to him, using the latest Earth technology", I replied. "Just bring those socks with you, will you? That's right, the ones with pirates on ... do follow me".
So we clanked downstairs and Iron Man is now sitting beside me, eating my best saucepans and hoping to find his long lost relations.
... IRON MAN CALLING EARTH ...
... IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?
(21st century schizoid men need not apply).