Saturday, 2 May 2009

The Hound of the Whatever

Watson: Holmes, you got writing all over your hat.

Holmes: Writing?

Watson: Yes... SELLIVREKSAB eht fo dnouH ehT... what on earth can that mean?

Holmes: Would your real name be... Eel?

Watson: Yes, I admit. Real name Eel. Am native by Latvia.

Holmes: Then we are about to be pounced upon, Watson, by an extraordinarily small lion. I will keep my hat on. You will have to fend for yourself.


xoggoth said...

Brill. And a whole pile of other wierd rubbish to read too! It's been far too long Mr C, had given up on you.

Now I suppose I will have to go over to Ms O's to see if there has been any reanimation there.

Chertiozhnik said...

"weird rubbish"??????????????

It all makes perfect sense to me.

But then being "part of the problem, not part of the solution" has always been one of my killer workplace strengths.