Norman Potting
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I was once driving down a narrow country lane in the wee hours of a cold winter's morning when my car ground to a halt and I was hit by a glaring bright light.
Without fear I leapt from my car, believing myself fully prepared to meet whatever it was head on, not realising that those lights I had seen were from an extraterrestrial landing craft.
Suffice to say that this gleaming behemoth stopped me in my tracks, no matter what I thought was out there I wasn't prepared to see a ship hovering over me.
I stood stock still, not sure what to do next. My decision was made for me as, without any warning, the craft touched down (RIP Car) and a small imp-like creature emerged.
Now, I didn't understand any of the noises this little fellow was making but even I could tell it was seriously annoyed about something.
After the initial shock of the situation had subsided I set about trying to communicate with the creature and understand what was causing it such apparent distress.
Eventually, it produced a small spherical object for my inspection whilst waving a tentacle (oh yeah, it had tentacles) at a fairly noticeable dent on the side of it's otherwise immaculate craft.
It was then that I realised what had happened, with the dread of certainty dawning on me like the sun itself would in just a few short hours.
I knew then that I'd have to communicate to the creature that this apparent attack on their craft was nothing more than a mishap rather than the first salvo of an intergalactic war.
Using flashcards, morse code and the ever useful interpretive dance I managed to dissuade the creature from obliterating our planet and instead aim at the true culprit, the one responsible for causing such damage to his pride and joy.
I must confess that it was here that I decided to bend the truth as I couldn't let the real villain of the piece take the fall, not if I wanted to remain a true and proud Albion fan.
Thankfully, using the power of the internet, I could show my new friend video 'proof' of the item being launched into space as well as a clear image of the culprit.
Long story short, it departed vowing revenge on the earthling now known to it as 'Punch-Eon' and I could rest easy knowing that, for now, Leo will remain safe...well, as long as he can keep future spot kicks down anyway.
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