join our....club!

(sylvester, what was that 'oops sorry pressed the wrong button' post about? Was it a nonsense post? Because we're clearly making sense here)

Sorry Sue, I'll get back to posting my usual drivel.

Altogether now:

"TRIO, TRIO
I want a Trio and I want one now!"

Oooh, I've had an idea. Why don't we write a story? I'll start.

"Thomas said goodbye to his pet donkey and left for work. He was running late this morning, and as rushed to catch the next bus, he tripped over his untied shoelace and fell down a hole."

Thomas kept falling and falling, further into the blackness and seemingly disappeared into oblivion. Then, he hit the bottom and realised he'd landed in the middle of an ITV reality TV show.....

he got up, cleaned the dust from his clothes and started to look at the images on the giant TV screens that surrounded him. He was very familiar with the scenes on the screens. In one of them he recognised inside his house. The cameras that were carefully placed in his house were following his pet donkey in an around the house.

Donkey did not seem to be aware of the cameras. He was searching for something. He would disappear from one screen only to reappear after a short time on another. Thomas was alarmed to find that the cameras covered a large part of the house and garden. He watched as the postman walked up his path and to the front door; Donkey retreated to the back of the house.

…Where he opened the back door to let in the TV show director Donald Quixote. Donkey expressed concern that Thomas might now know that he was the star of a reality TV show. They needed a plan to convince Thomas that his life was real....

Donkey turned to the nearest camera (he was, of course, fully aware of the positions of all the cameras, and had made all necessary arrangements for their installation a few months back when Thomas had had a few weeks holiday at his brother's). He stared Thomas straight in the eye and began to bray with all his strength. Thomas was dumbstruck. In this dark hole he turned to run, and collided with the damp wall, stumbling backwards.

..into a giant mooncup.

it was wet, he couldn't see because it was dark but the liquid that was covering him had a strange smell. He thought about black pudding for some reason, he didn't know why he suddenly remembered the sunday lunches back at home...

...succulent roast chicken, crispy roast potatoes, fresh vegetables all smothered in real homemade gravy, oh he could almost taste it!! Thoughts of food turned to thoughts about his poor pet donkey - who was going to feed Donkey if Thomas was stuck in this dark, dank pit? Thomas knew that Donkey's welfare depended on him and that nothing short of an extremely cunning plan would get the pair of them out of trouble...

'I Know', said Thomas, 'I'll write a PhD thesis on mooncups! Surely it won't take long, eveyone will think I am very intelligent, and we will be saved!'

As Thomas paced in circles planning the chapters of his thesis, he became acutely aware that blood truly is thicker than water.

...and even more acutely aware that, as academically satisfying as it may be to produce his thesis, it wasn't going to help him get out of the pit. After all, sucessful thesis aside, no one would acknowledge his work until he got it published and he'd need to win a couple of grants too before he could really start to find his feet in academia. Slowly, Thomas sank to his knees as the reality of the mighty task before him became all too apparent...