@arty zan .......
...where you been...you never write.....you never phone home.......?....
Hoping you are Okay....
Have you ever tried to write with fingers like mine?
It's like trying to eat spaghetti with nothing but pipe cleaners!
One too many digits you may think from the picture, they aint all digits
You know in the the film they changed my name to protect my identity The film may have been released as ET but we all know it was meant to be RT!
So yeah, managed to get home to Texilon 5 and spent some time visiting the "Fritgoth System",famously known for it's pleasure domes on Spiffing X9. Anything goes and I did!
At this range from the "Fritgoth System" is 145 Parsecs from Earth, it takes an intergalactic call forever to reach "Psillyarrse", what you "Earthlings" ("Psillyarrselings) like to call "Earth".
So as you see coms have been down.
Is it any wonder I have gnarled and knobbly fingers , when they drag along the ground.
Funny story to that, I once had legs, yeah no shit! They were long and graceful, like a ballet dancers.
So there I was on Frimpton 3, with my crew mates getting lashed and generally having fun but slowly one by one the lightweights crashed out leaving the last alien standing, me.
This was a boring state of affairs, so I went for a walk in the near by dessert known as the Frimpton Meringue Dunes ( seeing as it was a dessert and not a desert after all).
Anyhooo long story short, I found a strange lamp, so a I gave it a rub as you do in all good stories with desserts in them and
there was an alien genie in front of me, what were the chances eh??
The genie then offered me one wish (don'tcha hate cutbacks)!?
So I wished for my gentleman's sausage to touch the floor and the genie said no problems, I can do that for you!
At this point I was happier than a dog with two tails!
There was a great flash of light and the smell of burning hair (which was weird, as I don't have hair) and low and behold, my sausage was touching the floor!!!!
Only problem was, my legs had completely disappeared, totally gone and my one wish had been used up, there was no going back to things as they were before!
I was not a happy "Peshnik" what you would call a "bunny"!
So you see that is why my knuckles scrape the floor, rending me unable to pen a letter.
When people say let the fingers do the talking, I usually give them two fingers or flip them the bird, it take less time that way.
The moral of this story is to be careful what you wish for, especially as you never know when you may have to walk over gravel and it aint my fingers that take the worst of that beating!
I'll PM you soon, with a less fanciful state of events.
I have been accused of telling tall stories at times but look at me there isnt' anything tall about me but as we all know that's my own fault for talking to alien genies!
Hope you are well and life is good with you and yours.
Last I remember you were talking about visiting your kids in blighty.
Hugz'n'smokez
Arty