ALIENS STOLE MY CHEQUEBOOK
Ferengi on the starboard bow. No need to arm the photon torpedoes, they're just having a half-price summer sale on unobtanium. Damn those Ferengi. They think of everything. Not that they have anything to do with today's story - I've just always wanted an excuse to write .."Damn those Ferengi". Thanks. I feel better now. . . First however, a message from Ron Comic-Relief of Not Far From There, who tells us that Tony Abbot is an anagram of Boy Not Bat. Who I'm pretty sure are playing the orange stage at the Big Day Out. And Ron, come on mate. Don't try and screw us around because spellcheck on this thing is crap. You owe us a "t". Anyway. Yes. Sorry. Where was I ? Right. So sometimes I am required to collect delinquent accounts from people in the paint & panel-beating industry. Don't ask. We live in a multi-tasking world. Making ends meet and all that. At least since I got this fabulously well-paid job editing this blog I've been ...