The Phantom Menace

Let me guess..

You took one look at the subject header and rolled your eyes, yeah? 

Well rest easy this isn't a post about trade disputes or taxation or any other subjects that are far too dull to be the starting point of any half-decent Space Opera trilogy.  Neither is this yet another lambasting of the evil beardy troll who, when he adopts human form, goes under the name of George Lucas.  We're onto you George.  We know.  Oh yes, we know.  We know you had the real George Lucas murdered in the early nineties, and you stole his skin so that you could turn our beloved Star Wars trilogy into a twelve hour long, bubble-gum toy commercial and reap all the financial benefits.  We're onto you, you beardy twat.

Okay, calm down, breathe
breathe.. breathe.. (breathe you fucker).

Actually talking of lyrics, was very disappointed that no-one picked up on the lyrics at the end of yesterday's post: "March of Time".  Anyone?  No?  No closet Helloween fans out there in cyberspace?  Boo..  You don't know what you're missing, go listen to the "Keeper of the Seven Keys part I" today, it's a phenomenal album.

No the Phantom Menace here is the odd practice contractions that Liz seems to still be getting (and this going on for a week and a half now).  Every day it's the same, they kind of build up hope that something exciting might happen, and then sod all does, it just all starts all over again.  In a lot of ways, they're very similar to the last three series of the X-Files. 

Anyway, suffice to say they're very annoying, they're really getting her down now and they also managed to spoil my enjoyment of the Champion's League final (although, no, to be fair, Arsenal ruined that for me by adding more weight to the argument that London clubs are just a bit shit at holding onto a lead in a final). 

I guess the really annoying this is that due to all this phantom labour pains going on, I have no indication as to when the phone might go and I might be called into action (well, I say called in to action, but its mainly a supporting role, she'll be doing most of the work to be fair).

So all I can do is keep my mobile charged and keep the car fairly full of petrol, as all this is totally unscripted and with no clear ending in sight (again like the last three series of the X-Files).. However you'll know that when this blog suddenly goes quiet that things are on the move. 

So watch this space as the truth is out there