Monday, February 25, 2008

Mad Matt's Music


Murder! Murder in the garden!

Little Henry (8) has had his head removed, by none other than Miss Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9). Her weapon of choice: a croquet mallet.

Strangely, the beheading of Henry was not enough to completely end his existence on earth…

Two weeks later, in his old nursery, Miss Cynthia sat playing in Henry’s old nursery, when she found his old musical box. She opened it, and not only did she hear the tune of “Old King Cole”, but she got the fright of her life as Henry jumped out of the box. He’d been given a second chance.

Henry began to change. He was still the size of a boy but he began to grow older, his hair greyed, his skin wrinkled and a grey beard appeared.

The aged boy’s mind raced as the thoughts, dreams and desires of a lifetime passed through his mind in seconds. He turned to Cynthia with a wicked grin on his face. She screamed as he ran towards her, but the nurse, who had heard the racket from the next room, ran into the room. The grabbed the musical box and threw it at the bearded child, destroying him, as well as the box.

Genesis may be known for their ape-like drummer/lead singer, one Phillip Collins, but back in the obscure 1970s there was a strange man by the name of Peter, who wrote strange and dark stories and translated them into haunting songs. One album of such songs is Nursery Cryme.

The strange horrific theme continues in the album with a song about a giant plant that attacks the human race in revenge for taking it from its native Russia, and a song about a mountain spring that causes anyone who goes into the water to become half man and half woman.

There is no apparent evidence of hidden messages, satanic or otherwise. After all, there’s enough evil when played forwards. There is however evidence to suggest that there is a grain of truth in the latter story. Although apparently based on Greek mythology, we at Ie Churnal have found that instead of some pool in Greece the spring may actually be Ulpster’s own peat bog.

As you may have read recently Dr Natty Inkspoon fell into said bog, and froze. He has since been thawed out, and has developed strange lumps on his chest, similar to boobs. Our team of breast experts (basically all of us at Ie Churnal) have confirmed that they are in fact real, and not implants.

And the morals of the stories? Don’t fall in Ulpster peat bog, don’t take plants from Russia, and certainly don’t decapitate your playmates with a croquet mallet.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

War!

War has broken out between China and New Zealand! The reasons for this outbreak of WAR is still unclear although political commentators are having a field day speculating on the reasons for this conflict.

One popular theory is that the simmering and still unresolved dispute on the naming of the fruit popularly known as 'chinkwifruberries' in neutral territories has once again erupted with the chinese refusing to backdown despite international pressure and continue to call these fruits chinese gooseberries.

Tonyf rubbished this idea, "I remember this was all resolved amicably some time ago I can't see any reason this would have become a problem."

Aaron agreed adding, "I've been channel hopping between CNN and BBC World for the past 12 hours and not seen a single mention of this war, either the chinese have hushed it up or something even more sinister is going on."

Thankfully at present there are no sign of any hostilities in this war however it could escalate rapidly. you heard it here first.

Churnal Staff in suspended animation experiment accident

My dear readers, I must apologise for this lull in the flow of articles, but there is a reason, and a big one at that.

At the end of December 2007 Dr Natty Inkspoon invited the staff to a “Staff Christmas Party”. Not wanting to miss out on the fun we all made our way down to the place of the meeting – Ie Cairn o Get.

Waiting for us was a large metal silo-like building inside the cairn. A general murmur of confusion was all any of us could utter before being shot in the bums with tranquilliser darts. This is as much as I can tell you, but Prof David Mackay has been able to fill in the blanks for us.

After being knocked out Dr Natt took us into the chamber, and began to freeze us by injecting the Caithness wind into the chamber through a hole in the base. We were about to become part of Scotland’s first cryogenics project. Prof Mackay saw this from his lair in the hills and swooped down on his jetpack, lightsaber at the ready.

The two intellectuals did battle. Dr Natt seemed a dead cert to win, when all of a sudden he lost his footing and fell into the peat bog, freezing instantly.

The prof managed to get us out of the chamber, but it has taken almost two full months to thaw us all out properly.

An internal investigation is underway, and Dr Natt has been suspended temporarily.