Way back when the earth was young, and TV only had 3 channels, there was a programme called something like "Arthur C. Clarke's world of the Blimey, that's a bit odd".
The bespectacled sci fi author of the title would stroll along a Sri Lankan beach, introducing tales of the weird and unexplained- in the end the explanation being they were the made up ramblings of some barking mad wild eyed loon.
Subjects would include Crystal skulls, the Nazca lines, the Pyramids- usually the argument being that because modern man couldn't work out how primitives could construct such things, it must be aliens. Clots.
As Lister from Red Dwarf says to Rimmer-
"Your explanation for anything slightly peculiar is aliens, isn't it? You lose your keys, it's aliens. A picture falls off the wall, it's aliens. That time we used up a whole bog roll in a day, you thought that was aliens as well."
The bespectacled sci fi author of the title would stroll along a Sri Lankan beach, introducing tales of the weird and unexplained- in the end the explanation being they were the made up ramblings of some barking mad wild eyed loon.
Subjects would include Crystal skulls, the Nazca lines, the Pyramids- usually the argument being that because modern man couldn't work out how primitives could construct such things, it must be aliens. Clots.
As Lister from Red Dwarf says to Rimmer-
"Your explanation for anything slightly peculiar is aliens, isn't it? You lose your keys, it's aliens. A picture falls off the wall, it's aliens. That time we used up a whole bog roll in a day, you thought that was aliens as well."
Where am I going with this? Ah yes, the real mystery of adult life, and one that Mr C. Clarke never mentioned: the Wagon Wheel effect.
This gag is in the current issue of The Spectator
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