Wednesday, 18 November 2009

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I've changed the header again, simply because Cole's insincere racist face was hurting my eyes. So, I do apologise with inflicting... him... on you.

Back later with more gubbins.

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Stella.K18 November 2009 at 12:46
Yeh, Mr Unfunny, so much so, he's damn offensive
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Ian Hewett18 November 2009 at 12:56
Light entertainment=setting him on fire.
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Matt18 November 2009 at 15:01
Not being from the UK, I had to look him up but it sounds like he's deserving of a good skewering. Especially the homophobia and jokes at the expense of a missing three-year-old.
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Ulysses 31

The Odyssey drifted soundlessly through the void, its captain tired but happy. Despite all the evidence, he'd never really considered how their adventures seemed to recall ancient Greek mythology. The clues were always there, to be fair, but Ulysses was usually too busy preening to think about it, his flowing locks and Richard Stilgoe beard the most important things in the universe. Since putting two and two together (realising that he was called Ulysses was quite a large clue), he abandoned his quest to save his crew, and searched the galaxy for those more colourful aspects of ancient Greece that he'd read about on the, um, Space Internet.

The past fortnight, they'd spent time on the planet Dionysia 5, in the city of Orgion. Perhaps not the best of things to expose Telemachus to at his age, but what sort of father would he be if he didn't, somehow, explain the birds and the bees? Here he now stood on the bridge of his ship, the echoes of his son's vomiting echoing along the bulkhead, Ulysses headed to his quarters, passing the telepathic Yumi. She paused to read his mind, screamed, and ran down the corridor in floods of tears. Ulysses decided to have a cold shower.

He reached his quarters, the shame of a fortnight's debauchery weighing heavily on his conscience. There, sprawled coquettishly on his bed, was the creepy little robot Nono, as apt a name as any right now, as he made suggestive gestures with a rusty screw. Ulysses felt nauseous, slightly concerned at the burning itch that had flared up.

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