The Ten Commandments Of "Yellow Car".

1: If thou see'st an car and it is red, thou should not say "Yellow Car".
2: If thou see'st an car and it is blue, thou should not say "Yellow Car".
3: If thou see'st an car and it is black, thou should not say "Yellow Car".
4: If thou see'st an car and it is white, thou should not say "Yellow Car".
5: If thou see'st an car and it is grey, thou should not say "Yellow Car".
6: If thou see'st an car and it is pink, thou should not say "Yellow Car".
7: Basically, if thou see'st an car any colour other than yellow, don't say "Yellow Car" is what I'm saying.
8: If thou see'st an car and it is yellow, then thou must say'st "Yellow Car"
9: Vans, lorries, buses, coaches, motorcycles and trikes don't count as cars. Neither do taxicabs in America.
10: No live otters on the flight deck.

The musings of Doctor Marcus Burkenhare.

"So I'll give you your 'free speech society'. Anyone can say anything without fear of repercussion. Before you've finished patting yourself on the back for being so progressive, I've started rumours that you're nothing more than a lying, cheating dirtbag unfit to hold office in a sweet shop, let alone government, while at the same time insisting that I am the one to be trusted on all counts at all times.
With that established, I proceed to further demolish any reputation you may ever have had, turned society itself not only against you but against all you ever believed in, forging the people into a massive blunt tool with which I shall depose you and install myself as ultimate leader in perpetuum.
And when that is done, I turn the tables on the very people who put me there, reversing any good works you may have done and putting the entirety of human civilisation under my thrall as little more than my personal plaything. By splitting society into ever-smaller cliques I ensure that everyone is in-fighting against one another and no genuine resistance shall ever be found to my tyranny.
Billions suffer and it's all your fault - why? Because you insisted I could have total freedom of speech.
Pah, freedom is over-rated. Give me a benevolent dictatorship anyday."

How Did A Kitten Get To Be Called 'Puppy'?

I'd like to take a few minutes out to explain something. As anyone who knows me knows, I have cats. A lot of cats, if five can be considered a lot. There's Suki, the Old Girl (we can't be entirely sure but pretty certain she's somewhere in the region of twenty-three years old), Harry the Bruiser (the inspiration for my short story 'Biscuit The Dreamcatcher'), Shady the Shae-Shae, we may never know exactly what happened to her tail, but I'll tell the tale (pun intended) sometime. Then there's the little ones - Ozzie the Dude (it's official - the vet said so) and Gizzie the Puppy.

Puppy? Yes. But she's a kitten. Yes.

It all dates back to one evening: I was sat in the lounge, the wife was at work and I was - as usual - on Twitter. Someone had posted a short film of some cute puppies doing cute puppy things. I watched the video, laughed and aloud said the words "Aw, puppy."

Across the room, from behind the curtain, I heard a little 'mew?'.

Looking up, I said the word again. "Puppy?"

Again; "Mew?" There was a definite questioning tone to it, as if it were saying "Yes? What do you want?"

Once more, this time a little more definite. "Puppy!"

Gizzie's little black-and-white fluffy head popped out from behind the curtain. "Mew!" She leapt off the windowsill, crossed the room and jumped up on the sofa next to me.

"So your name's 'Puppy' now is it?"

"Mew!" She replied.

So from that day on we've always referred to her as 'Puppy', or sometimes 'Puppy-Kitten'.

True story. 

ROAD SAFETY ADVERT CAMPAIGN IDEA - DON'T DRIVE LIKE A RICHARD!

SCENE: A country pub. Mid-shot, showing both front door and a few cars in the park.
CLOSE IN: Front door. It opens to show RICHARD.
V.O.: This is Richard. He's just had three pints, but thinks he's okay to drive.
RICHARD gets in his car and drives off quickly. Sudden screech, crash noise. A single wheel or hub cap rolls past.
V.O.: He isn't.
SCENE: A different RICHARD behind the wheel. He has his mobile phone against his shoulder. In the background we can hear him speaking 'Yeah mate, no mate, alright mate'.
V.O.: This is also Richard. He thinks it's okay to use his phone while driving.
The car careers off the road. Sound of a crash, again a wheel or hubcap rolls past.
V.O.: It isn't.
SCENE: A third RICHARD driving. He comes up behind a slow moving car going up a hill.
V.O.: This too is Richard. He thinks he can overtake this car on the crest of a hill without any problems.
RICHARD starts overtaking. As he reaches the crest of the hill, we see a massive lorry coming the other way. Close up of his panicked face as we hear brakes screech and the sound of crashing.
V.O.: He can't.
SCENE: All three RICHARDS standing next to one another. First RICHARD has his arm and leg in plaster, second RICHARD has steering wheel wrapped round his head, third RICHARD has a neck brace. All are battered and bruised.
V.O.: Drive safely. Don't drive like a Richard.
CAPTION: Don't drive like a Richard. Drive Safe.

The Lone Ranger - Or 'You Learn Something New Every Day'.

The Lone Ranger and Tonto had been tracking the bloodthirsty bandit Blackheart Bart for five days now.
They crouched in the undergrowth near his hideout, watching the single sentry pacing up and down.
"Well here it is old friend," said the Lone Ranger. "Blackheart Bart's hideout."
"Yes, it is Kemo Sabe." Said Tonto.
"Do you think you can take out that sentry with your bow and arrow?"
"Of course I can Kemo Sabe." Tonto drew his bow, nocked an arrow to the string and took careful aim.
"Remember, don't shoot to kill - we don't work like that." Said the Lone Ranger.
"Of course not Kemo Sabe." With that, Tonto loosed his arrow, which struck the sentry right between his thighs. He collapsed without a sound.
"Great shot!" Said the Lone Ranger. "You got him!"
"Yep," said Tonto. "Right in the Kemo Sabes."
And that, historians determined was the exact moment the Lone Ranger's relationship with Tonto went sour. 

Sook The Wook.

Sook the Wook was the oldest of all the cats. Being so old, she was also considered the wisest of all the cats. This may or may not have been entirely true, but she was certainly wise in her own way.

All the other cats came to her for advice. One day, two cats approached with a mouse. They explained to her that they had both pounced at the same time, and were currently arguing as to which of them would get to eat it. Sook the Wook heard both their stories patiently before ruminating a while. Finally, she came to a judgement and without a word sprang forward and swallowed the mouse whole. "Now, it belongs to neither of you. You shouldn't have been so foolish in arguing between yourselves."

Reluctantly, the two cats accepted her judgement and went their own ways. When she was sure they had gone, Sook the Wook leaned forward and coughed hard. After a couple more coughs, she brought the mouse up and spat him on the floor, still alive and quite confused. Sook the Wook bent down and spoke in soft tones to the mouse. "I'm sorry I had to do that; had I not, one of them would surely have eaten you. Go from here, and be safe little friend."

The mouse looked at Sook the Wook in surprise, then bowed gratefully and ran away. The next day, Sook the Wook awoke from her mid-morning pre-lunch slumber to find the mouse had returned with some friends, and they had brought her some cheese. "My family and I brought you this to say thank you for saving my life," said the mouse.

"There is wisdom in mercy," replied Sook the Wook. "Thank you for your gift."

In fact, so grateful was the mouse that he and his family would bring some cheese to Sook the Wook every day, which made her most happy. Sook the Wook loved cheese.

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