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Allan had never tried milking a squid of it's ink, sick or otherwise, but soon there was a plentiful supply of dark liquid ready to load into his pen.

Now to get writing............


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"Whoever finds this note send help"....no thought Allan doesn't quite get to the point..."For the love of God I've gone round in circles never getting anywhere....and as much as I hate myself for thinking it...it's been so much fun"....yep thought Allan that'll do it......now where to send it....

Once he’d decided where to send it Allan would need some time working out How to send it.

Pigeon Post might have done, but Allan had been very hungry.....

and also thirsty and there was a massive pile of empty wine bottles lying around the place.....no corks though....what to use...

When suddenly, the Owl and the Pussycat, in their beautiful pea-green boat, hove into view.

Allan wondered if they could convey his plea for help to some place of sanity and safety.

Then he wondered if they had been sailing for a year and a day and he was, in fact, in the land where the Bong-tree grows.

He looked wildly around for a pig and a turkey and as all the animals dined on mince and pieces of quince, Allan consumed the last of the tasty fungi he had cooked that morning.

All thoughts of his missive had passed from his mind, as had many wild, technicolour, landscapes.

His last coherent thought was whether the Bong-tree may possibly live up to its name.

Meanwhile, his OH graciously accepted a plate of mince from the Turkey.

The Turkey did invite OH to see his house up on the hill, but wisely she decided she had already been to too many strange places and shouldn't accept an invite just because he was strutting his stuff and feeling important...... Good gracious, she might even end up married off to some unwitting soul, if Turkey was enjoying his position as marriage maker.

No, OH picked up her dish of mince and her runcible spoon and tucked in.

After dining so well they went to the edge of the sand and dancing to the light of the moon,the moon,the moon.

OMG - three moons. Where were they :-0

They could be back in Pagan times or even in Queensland, not there was much difference between the two.

However, the journey must continue so Allan and his OH took their leave of the owl and the pussycat, pausing only long enough to borrow a rather sticky five pound note.

...not realising that all the money that the pussycat had was out of date as the pounded was now metric ;-)

Allan was a bit cross about this as he had a stash of florans, halfcrowns, shilling and sixpences. Even a few farthings, all just in case he needed to return to England in a hurry.

Not to mention the hoard of silver threepences, and even a fourpenny piece, which his mother used to put in the Christmas pudding.

Yes even at his age Allan was still getting his groats.

What's all this talk of coins.....all Allan needed was his plastic and a computer to make a purchase........umm.....where to go......Sicily is nice this time of year....how about a trip there maybe OH would like to soak up some sun and sip some wine.....

Allan was having difficulties persuading his OH that she needed to climb the tallest tree in the hope that they could get enough signal to use the internet. Otherwise.....

They would have to try to get their hands on the Professor from Gilligan's Island who had not only much scientific knowledge but also of being marooned in a sea of imagination.

Failing that, it was to be Plan 'B', contact MacGyver.

Both plans were doomed to fail as this thread is withering on the vine :-(

Not so! A thinking head who went Walkabout has come back to roost. ;-)

Allan put on his thinking cap. It promptly slipped over his ears, and eyes. Now that it was dark he could think. Yes think clearly and precisely.

Whilst thinking, Allan decided to pace around. Blindly as it happened, as he was in the dark.

Allan fell over a large wooden trunk, half buried in the sand.

Whipping off his thinking hat, he noticed the wood was somewhat rotten. He opened the lid, he peered in, and saw...……...

2 Coconuts..... but wait, what was that lurking deeper down in the trunk ?

dare I say it.

A peeking duck. ;-) ;-) ;-)

Not wishing to be RR'd we shall leave the perverted peeking duck to its own devices!

Further down the beach they spotted a figure fast approaching them. As the figure hove into view Allan and his OH were astounded to see that it was wearing what looked like a kaftan and with a pointy hat on his head.

Even closer now, they could make out the misspelt word 'Wizzard' on the pointy hat.

Allan relaxed, it was only Rincewind coming to reclaim his luggage.

Allan grabbed the coconuts and threw them....hitting......