What’s next ? A priest, a rabbi and a stripper launched into space?

Weapons of mass DIS-traction?

Dear The Dude,

KJ.

Land him in dat Super Bowl so dat when de Sainties call out:

Who dat?

Dey say:

Dat MO-MAN THE MOUSE!

I note with a sense of urgency that an orphaned rodent has been treated well in your country.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/02/04/2810292.htm

Please now turn your sympathy 500 km upwards.

Salaam,

Your Friend in Space,

Mo the Mouse.

Hi Mom!

I am 500 kilometres up here with tubes sticking our of my throat like I had a stroke or something.

Those Yanks have everything – look at the way they treat Groundgogs on groundhog day. They don’t send them into space.

Boy what I’d give for a bit of gorgonzola or cheddar. Please note they have not sent a cat up here.

Salaam from your friend in Space,

Mo the Mouse aka Helmz-1.

PS: I am a Muslim Mouse. My full name is Mohammed Ali bin Mouzaghi. I am not a terrorist rodent, nor a jihadist.

I am open to any option that will get me back to my Mommy.

I do not – so far as I know – possess any weapons of mass destruction.

Mo the Mouse.

http://www.irna.ir/En/View/FullStory/Photo/?NewsId=937636&IdLanguage=3

This is Mo the Mouse reporting from Kavoshgar-3 in space, along with Turt and Myrtle, the turtles, and Willie the Worm and his Harem…

I think Freddie the Frog might be among the crew as I have not checked because I am drugged and bound in a tiny space seat.

A tiny squeak for a mouse, but a giant leap for Iran?

The turtles are no company. I think they have agoraphobia or issues. Willie is too busy with his women.

I am not sure of the purpose of the mission.

Is it to demonstrate the effects of fear upon Allah’s most humble creatures?

A respectful question for President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad: Are we coming back?

Will we come back alive? Or is this a suicide mission? Is this rocket tipped with nuclear device? If so, WHERE ARE THE CONTROLS ?

Your friend in Space,

Mo the Mouse.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/middle-east/iran-fires-mouse-turtle-and-worms-into-space-1887948.html

About time.

It was from The Ginger Man, calling for assistance from Barlowe, the Singing PI.

Sure, only ten cents a song.

With boater and cane, I went to work to calm the savage hordes amok at the superb local tennis centre.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKrC9Tu8gpo

They needed to AC-CENT-TCHU-ATE THE POSITIVE.

No sense in messing with Mr In-Between……

……You’ve got to accentuate the positive.

Eliminate the negative…..

Latch on to the affirmative………….

Don’t mess with Mister In-Between.

Am I right or am I right?

Can I just say?

You know what?

They say I’m all talk and no action.

Well, don’t be surprised if you see me at the cricket today. I got my own team too. And I got to pick it (sorta).

Gotta go. T says I look terrific in whites.

Sportingly Yours,

The Rev Kev.

Dear The Rev Kev,

The word around Leeton is that – as a pre-season warm up – you’ll be picking (and playing) in the Leeton Crows Aussie Rules eighteen. Possie? Rover. Is there nothing you can’t do? KJ.

Et tu Brute.

Oh my God my sabbatical over…..

What’s that smell of aftershave and fear coming down the hall?

Dear The Lonely Scholar,

‘Brut’ AND fear…..one of the most potent combos known to humankind. Be careful. KJ.