Merv is Spaced Out
Story by Mark.
Sandy was sitting at the bar fiddling with his drink, Trotter’s Ale of course, what else, when Merv approached and in his usual affable way thought he would engage in some jaunty repertoire about space.
“Hey Space priest, how the devil are you? What’s it really like, you know, out there?”
Merv loved calling Sandy a priest because he knew he hated it, a bit of ribbing I guess, well not until the next punch up anyway. Merv points to the sky and scowls his face and growls lowly as if space is really spooky. Well, to be honest and that’s copiously rare, actually space is really spooky.
“Bless you my son for asking” replies Sandy.
“I’m not your son!”
“Yes, I know but that’s how us parish priests talk, bless you my son, go the farce has ended, thanks be to Gordon, you know, that kinda shit.”
“But I’m still not your son” persists Merv.
“Look, it’s zarking metaphorical”
“What’s that mean?”
“Dunno, I’m just reading the back of this coaster.”
[Sister Yvonne here. Jesus wept Hung, don’t you know what a metaphor is? Not happy
Hung, now I have to read this and contribute at the same time.
Hung: So what is a metaphor then, I dunno?
Sister Yvonne: It’s a noun.
Hung: Thank you Sister. I’m glad that’s cleared up.
Sister Yvonne: It’s always left to us nurses to save everything…dot dot dot and it could even become DOT DOT DOT now that I’m in charge of the keyboard, hahaha.]
“Well, now that you ask space is sort of spacey” continues Sandy “you know big and spacey.”
[Big M here. For fucks sake Hung saying space is big and spacey is akin to saying water is wet and grass is green. Do you want me to take over writing this bit?
Hung: Well, no, not really but space is big and spacey. I guess there is a lot of black and stars and shit but there is a lotta room out there.
Big M: Here’s a new concept for you Hung, think about it.]
“Yeah, I like that” says Merv “big and spacey, sounds great. When I was young I was taught that water was wet, grass was green and now space is big and spacey, wow, perfect man. I guess there would be a lot of black and stars and shit but the sounds like a lotta room out there to me.”
“Yep, big and spacey for sure.”
“Bullshit” says Angler. “More space in back of Zephyr even with shotgun and dogs”
“Crikey! Where did that Yorkshire accent come from Angler?”
asks Nurse Barbara who had been listening to everything while reading the form guide. Now is that multi tasking or what.
“I did a bit of rehearsing before the gig but anyway I reckon it’s all Gordon’s magic” smirks Angler hardly able to believe the most outrageous lie he has ever had to tell.
“Nah, it’s rocks, gotta have rocks” pipes in Shoe.
“Hey shoe, you forgot to scramble your name to Hon Shades.”
“Oh, shit. Nah, it’s rocks, gotta have rocks” pipes in Hon Shades.
Oh, well, if they only knew the truth which is…