Stoned

Somewhere north of where I live is a granite quarry. Sometimes on the way home from work I see these huge lorries with a granite block the size of a room on the back. About 3m by 4m by 2m.

I mean these things are huge. Solid. Massive. Weighs a helluva lot more than a ton. A Solid immovable chunk of granite on the move.

These things grab my imagination as sources of fun and amusement....

Variants are possible...

For this one, your need the aid of a friendly Do It Yourself building supply store...

Modern art has been a great source of giggles for everyone for decades...

If the city fathers take legal steps against you, remove it whilst moaning copiously to the local newspapers about being "misunderstood", "unappreciated", "heathens", "actions were only undertaken out of civic pride" etc.

Of course, the last joke should be, umm, "on me", I would love one of these things as my tombstone for when I snuff it...

However, a tad of circuitry to detect passes-by during the witching hours and a bit of sturdy hydraulics under the block could supply some light entertainment for my descendents....

Nah! Too complicated. It would be better just to spread a rumour that I was determined to "take it all with me" and was buried with a huge treasure....

The activity of placing a number of booby traps around the coffin, (stink bombs, luminous paint spray bombs, demon howlers, goblin laugh bags, etc. etc.) could cheer my mourners immensely while they prepare my grave for the treasure seekers...

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