Showing posts with label Humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humour. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

The Diet


"I f***ing hate dieticians. To them reality is entirely about obsessing over what they eat and what they drink."

Jacob Bricklebury was a senior researcher for MI1, specialising in robotics and the innovation thereof. His current occupation was designing reconnaissance and combat drones, specifically in reducing aerodynamic drag and efficient refuelling. To him his work ultimately contributed to the scale and length to which a war would be fought, the weight of casualties on both sides of the battle and the overall geopolitical landscape of the war zone and resulting debris. Consequently when a dietician enters his life and demands that he stop eating crisps, he decries it as an infuriating triviality.

Sunday, 1 June 2014

Rückstadt and Vorausdorf

For the benefit of The Council, the following is a brief synopsis of Rückstadt and Vorausdorf and a typical inhabitant thereof. Most information has been expunged through lack of interest, but the finer points remain.
- Dr. Clemént

On the morning of the 13th February in the year 1843 Abbie Wrycroft awoke on the outskirts of Bickley wood, Southeast of Bristol, nestled amongst the grasses and hedgerows. As she stood, brushing the dew from her tangled hair and blinking into the terracotta sunrise, she began to wonder what nocturnal escapades may have led her to her current location. The setting was familiar, the landscape recognisable but not enough to pin down the memory. It was not long before confusion had gotten the better of her waking mind. She would have preferred to continue to sleep in the grass, had the alarm on her mobile phone not awoken her.

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Bass

Waiting for entry into a room belongs to a number of categories. These include boredom, irritability, patience, loss of patience and an enhanced sense of fidgeting. To many, the latter is the least evident and indeed least important of an otherwise unpleasant and self-inducingly irritating list. To the human brain, however, the ability to fidget for no reason besides keeping your motor senses running remains one of the most important aspects of survival and sanity it has equipped itself with, over otherwise unproductive millennia.