They are Coming, They are Coming, They are Comingggggggggg

And then there were the goats. With their soul destroying stares and their stone cold facial expressions that can freeze a man's bollocks, they kept looking and plotting.

Oh yes, they are plotting.

They are just biding their time. They know that the Age of Man is coming to the end. The 5th Horseman of the Apocalyspe - Uselessness has arrived on the planet (in the guise of Ayushman of the Bossturds).


After 10000 years of us eating their fathers, grandfathers, great grandfathers, great great grandfathers, great great great grandfathers, great great great great great grandfathers................... they are fed up and they wanna rebel.


You can see that the wheels are in motion. Intense cogitaion and discussions are taking place behind the scenes. Its only a matter of time before they decide..


"Fork it, we will become carnivorous"


And they have already marked their first victim. OOo yes just the way in which their ogle Fat Uncle Cheapo, u know they are planning to eat him alive....well they would be alive, Cheapo would be dead.



But wait, let me start from the beginning.


Yesterday, once office got over, with joy de vivre in his heart ...courtesy no work and the lates Pratchett e-book, and a couple of rolls in Baldrick's stomach, Cheapo started his homeward voyage.


Upon seeing the level crossing open, he decided to take that instead of using the flyover. He had used it twice before and so he knew that he knew the way.



So naturally, he got lost.



But, but, but having an awesome in-built compass which can figure out direction with the snap of a fingure, he wasn't worried.  He just had to look up and look at the sun. So he looked up and realised that







the sun had already set.



Nae problemo. He could see the flyover in the horizon and rode towards it shouting "tallu ho".


Well as it turned out, when you are on the Flying Machine i.e. Baldrick its not a good idea to shout such things - you only get increduluous stares in return from the assembled inttelligentsia for the next few minutes while His Lazyness ambles along



Anyway so they came below the flyover, so that their is only 1 way an took it



and soon came in junctions.


So, the next course of action involved asking random passer or standing byes direction to Imax.


After getting directions that would have confused King Minos himself and them nawabs who built that damn maze in Lucknow, they setforth.


And the roads became smaller and smaller and smaller till

They were travelling through someone's balcony and someone's verandah and just beside someone's drawing room etc. etc.


And there were the never ending junctions and blind lanes and blind bylanes and blind alleys and blind galis.


Their progress was eagerly examined by assorted kids, bored women, jobless youth, a few duty shirking policemen, a plethora of chicken, a number of dogs...all of whom lined up at the roads, leaned out from their windows and doors, stared up from their dungeons etc...waiting for action (much liked those numpties who wait all day to look at cyclicts breezing past in a matter of seconds in the Tour de France).


And then there were the goats.