Tiredness can kill -Take a break!
Scott Morris was in heaven!
As he gazed around the huge
'hangar' type building he felt his excitement bubbling up like an underground
spring!
This wasn't just any old Show
at Birmingham's NEC: this was the Show! The Gadget Show. And the only
thing that was almost bursting his bubble right now was a flaming wedding!
'Ant should be here!' he
mumbled to himself. 'Not flouncing around some Medieval Castle in a Tux and Cummerbund- even if he is the Best man!' he
thought, feeling a little cheated and also a little bit solitary, given that Ant was his soul mate
when it came to things such as this.
In his pocket he had a list; a
list that he and Ant had compiled weeks before. They both had a fairly generous
budget which unfortunately had needed to be harnessed a little after Scott had
pointed out that he would be the sole shopper/carrier here thanks to that
bloody wedding!
As he wandered around Planet
Gadget, he noticed a crowd had gathered around one of the stalls. As he got
closer, he could see why. It was in fact the first item on the list. Wolverine
claws!
The geezer on the stall was
holding a pair in the air. Scott needed to get closer to hear what was going
on, so he politely pushed his way through the crowd. No one complained. This
may have been Brum; but this was a Geek-fest!
As he arrived in the front row, he was greeted
by the 'geezer' with the words “Looks like we have an eager volunteer! Follow
me!”
Before anyone could say Holy Bazinga , Scott found himself in the middle of the growing
ensemble and being fitted with a fairly heavy pair of Wolverine claws.
“Now quickly make a fist with
both hands, being sure to touch the strap that's running across your palm
firmly with your fingertips!” said the geezer to Scott whilst mimicking the
instruction.
Scott did exactly as he was told and almost
passed out with delight as both of his hands turned into weapons of mass
destruction. Okay, so the tips were
never likely to slice through metal; but you still wouldn't want to
accidentally scratch your head whilst wearing them!
Scott's delight didn't end there, as the
geezer produced two items. One was a large watermelon which was placed on a
tall stand; the other was a crudely dressed rubber doll which appeared to be
grinning rather widely in his direction.
“Go get 'em!” said the
geezer, and Scott was off like a shot. Firstly he attacked the watermelon, and
was amazed at just how easily the claws sliced through the soft pink flesh that
lay beneath the fairly robust green protective casing. The pink contents
splattered across the floor, making a few people in the audience turn away
whilst covering their mouths and retching. Next came the rubber dolly. This
wasn't quite so easy to attack because it had a face. (Albeit
a very odd looking one).
“Pretend it's an ex-wife who
took your house!” shouted a disgruntled member of the crowd.
“Or a flesh eatin ' mother- fuckin ' Zombie!”
shouted another.
That was all Scott needed to
hear to put him into attack mode.
“ Arrrggghhh !!”
he growled as he quickly pounced towards the doll.
With lightning speed he raised both claws
into the air and bought them down onto the rubber zombie's head, puncturing her
immediately and altering her wide mouthed expression forever. A few twists of
his fingers left her in a shredded tattered mess. God he hated Zombies!
A few crowd members shuffled away rather
urgently.
“I'll take two pairs, thank
you!” said Scott to the geezer, his eyes gleaming with maniacal excitement.
“Keep the change!”
The other items that were purchased
that day were:
· A rather handy
Grip strip that promised to grip almost anything to anything, and would mean having a hands free- phone attachment for just about anywhere
(especially handy for the smallest room in the
Scott Morris was in heaven!
As he gazed around the huge
'hangar' type building he felt his excitement bubbling up like an underground
spring!
This wasn't just any old Show
at Birmingham's NEC: this was the Show! The Gadget Show. And the only
thing that was almost bursting his bubble right now was a flaming wedding!
'Ant should be here!' he
mumbled to himself. 'Not flouncing around some Medieval Castle in a Tux and Cummerbund- even if he is the Best man!' he
thought, feeling a little cheated and also a little bit solitary, given that Ant was his soul mate
when it came to things such as this.
In his pocket he had a list; a
list that he and Ant had compiled weeks before. They both had a fairly generous
budget which unfortunately had needed to be harnessed a little after Scott had
pointed out that he would be the sole shopper/carrier here thanks to that
bloody wedding!
As he wandered around Planet
Gadget, he noticed a crowd had gathered around one of the stalls. As he got
closer, he could see why. It was in fact the first item on the list. Wolverine
claws!
The geezer on the stall was
holding a pair in the air. Scott needed to get closer to hear what was going
on, so he politely pushed his way through the crowd. No one complained. This
may have been Brum; but this was a Geek-fest!
As he arrived in the front row, he was greeted
by the 'geezer' with the words “Looks like we have an eager volunteer! Follow
me!”
Before anyone could say Holy Bazinga , Scott found himself in the middle of the growing
ensemble and being fitted with a fairly heavy pair of Wolverine claws.
“Now quickly make a fist with
both hands, being sure to touch the strap that's running across your palm
firmly with your fingertips!” said the geezer to Scott whilst mimicking the
instruction.
Scott did exactly as he was told and almost
passed out with delight as both of his hands turned into weapons of mass
destruction. Okay, so the tips were
never likely to slice through metal; but you still wouldn't want to
accidentally scratch your head whilst wearing them!
Scott's delight didn't end there, as the
geezer produced two items. One was a large watermelon which was placed on a
tall stand; the other was a crudely dressed rubber doll which appeared to be
grinning rather widely in his direction.
“Go get 'em!” said the
geezer, and Scott was off like a shot. Firstly he attacked the watermelon, and
was amazed at just how easily the claws sliced through the soft pink flesh that
lay beneath the fairly robust green protective casing. The pink contents
splattered across the floor, making a few people in the audience turn away
whilst covering their mouths and retching. Next came the rubber dolly. This
wasn't quite so easy to attack because it had a face. (Albeit
a very odd looking one).
“Pretend it's an ex-wife who
took your house!” shouted a disgruntled member of the crowd.
“Or a flesh eatin ' mother- fuckin ' Zombie!”
shouted another.
That was all Scott needed to
hear to put him into attack mode.
“ Arrrggghhh !!”
he growled as he quickly pounced towards the doll.
With lightning speed he raised both claws
into the air and bought them down onto the rubber zombie's head, puncturing her
immediately and altering her wide mouthed expression forever. A few twists of
his fingers left her in a shredded tattered mess. God he hated Zombies!
A few crowd members shuffled away rather
urgently.
“I'll take two pairs, thank
you!” said Scott to the geezer, his eyes gleaming with maniacal excitement.
“Keep the change!”
The other items that were purchased
that day were:
· A rather handy
Grip strip that promised to grip almost anything to anything, and would mean having a hands free- phone attachment for just about anywhere
(especially handy for the smallest room in the
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