Ramblings of a poor Setiholic

As I sit here in my little room, listening to the screams of the Clinic squirrels, as Olga sets another ambush, and Goodbody catches another patient off guard with her stealth and guile, I whistle my favourite country and western tune..

..."I don't like C&W"..

......"Yes you do!"....

…..I keep hearing these voices in my head ( well it could be worse, they could be coming from somewhere else.)

As I was saying before I was interrupted by those two, as I whistle my favourite ditty "Mama get the Hammer ( there's a fly on Papa's head)", I realise my spiral into SETIholism is complete. How I got here I can't remember.

I can recall my first ride in the Clinic elevator, looking around and seeing a patient checking the walls with his stethoscope ( well I thought he was a patient), while another shouted "Chutes away!" every time the elevator moved. I should have realised then this was a “special” place, even when a strangely quiet guy, with pigtails and mascara, started burping and shouting “Mmmmmm ….tasty!” I didn’t realise how my life was going to change.

Was it the lure of Olga's sensuous perfume or the exotic aroma's of those magnificent meatballs that brought me to this Shangri-La, I don't know, I don't care ..the pain has gone..quick Nurse..pass the Prickly Pear...(Now THAT does make your eyes water!)...Please don't make me leave!

 

Final Front Ear Exclusive

This is the very latest image to come from the Mars Rovers. Scientists are suprised to say the least.