Jim, Bones, John and Emma…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s sound is that of the domed chrome kettle on the hob booming and thudding as it comes to the boil.

Hm… TV…
So, should I watch an episode of the original 1960s Star Trek, or should I watch an episode of the original 1960s The Avengers? Perhaps I’ll watch both, and skip between them with the remote…

‘Subspace frequency sir?’
‘What are these white blobs?’
‘Bones, what’s your theory?’
‘They must be worth a fortune Steed.’
‘Warp factor eight!…’
‘It’s down thirty shillings!’
‘Reverse your course! Acknowledge!…’
‘His father swallowed things for a living.’
‘A thousand degrees and rising Captain!’
‘Mr Steed, just what have you found out?’
‘The insanity may have reached this planet too!’
‘I had an auntie like that.’
‘Set your phasers on ‘stun’.’
‘Dancing on a marble-topped table…’
‘Their attitudes were inconsistent Captain.’
‘Fat chance!…’
‘Fan out and follow me.’
‘Two three-and-a-half-minute eggs and a grapefruit.’
‘It’s Jim… Arghhh!…’
‘You’re not the Queen, or an archbishop!’
‘Some kind of creature… a buzzing sound…’
‘You can offer me a drink!…’
‘It’s not life as we know it…’
‘A Russian wolfhound?’
‘Nurse… Assist me!.’
‘Husband, boyfriend, lover?…’
‘It’s entwining and growing!’
‘Egg stains and gravy?’
‘Much like a bee or a wasp sir…’
‘I’m Emma…’
‘Restrain Mr Spock!…’
‘British to the core!’
‘No wonder the poor devils go mad.’
‘A world of pinstripes and grey flannels?’
‘You will beam me down!…’
‘…and gallivanting off to the opera.’
‘Jim, this is ridiculous!…’
‘I got hold of his little black bag Mrs Peel.’
‘Your logic is inescapable…’
‘On the sweaty thigh?…’
‘An individual brain cell!’
‘The dog left in a hurry.’
‘Our physical laws do not apply sir.’
‘Splendid creature, they all come here.’
‘Captain’s log Stardate 3289.8…’
‘It’s the power that excites me!…’
‘We can’t let this thing expand!’
‘It’s an elaborate hairstyle…’
‘The creature stays in the shadows.’
‘Let’s use the roof exit Mrs Peel.’
‘One million candles per square inch!’
‘After you Madam.’ ‘No, after you…’
‘There’s no time for maybes Bones!’
‘I bought you a present.’
‘Energize all satellites!’
‘That’s very generous!’
‘The things are dying, it’s working!’
‘Why, thank you Steed!…’
‘Doctor, it is done…’
‘And thank you Mrs Peel…’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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One Response to Jim, Bones, John and Emma…

  1. memadtwo says:

    Could be the start of something.

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