30 July, 2011
The world turned upside down
I didn't open the door. Instead I got down on my hands and knees and called
Il n'y a personne ici que nous pouletsthrough the letterbox, and made loud clucking noises until they went away. I wonder if that'll get reported in the Lagos Journal of Anthropology.
Funny old world. Innit.
....... to spread the word of the Flying Spaghetti Monster to the natives here.
One might imagine their efforts would be better directed to saving their fellow Africans.
Always keep a cheque made payable to "GOD ALMIGHTY" or couple of fake air tickets to Mogadishu by the front door is my top tip.
You know, the ones who don't celebrate Christmas.