Category: Humour

The aliens decide that Wednesday morning is a good time to visit Roger’s house, since it coincides with his regular slot of life modelling for the community fine arts group. Besides, it’s likely he will follow it up as usual with lunch out and then the weekly Wednesday afternoon meeting of the local branch of the International Society for Echinoderm Appreciation, which holds regular coastal excursions in good weather, and aquarium workshops in inclement weather. This gives our aliens plenty of time for another little field trip.

Beaming in, they find themselves in the living room: Sofas, coffee table, bookshelves, comfortable armchairs – one of them with a book on the armrest and an ottoman drawn up. On closer examination, the book turns out to be a heavily annotated copy of Lol Tolhurst’s autobiography – lots of underlining, question marks, sets of multiple exclamation marks, additional information, cartoons of pigs with wings, and recurring doodles of an enigmatic figure with black spiky hair.

This is very interesting, but not the main thing they have come to see, for these aliens are music enthusiasts through and through, and have already had a great time with Reeves’ guitar collection and Jason’s drum kit. They look for and rapidly locate Roger’s music room, ooohing and aaahing over the grand piano, the Medieval pipe organ and the quality range of electronic keyboards assembled.

Our aliens discover that keyboards suit their anatomical idiosyncrasies far better than guitars do (though not quite as well as drums)…