When my brother and I were kids
our dad was driving us home from a day out in the countryside. We'd had an army-style picnic, built a 'den' out of bits of the scenery, started small fires with sticks, splashed in the stream etc... it was a proper Boy's Own adventure day.

After the sun went down, we reluctantly packed our gear into the car and began the drive home. About ten minutes into the drive, with the darkness now fully upon us and the headlights of our Skoda Rapide set on 'a bit brighter', my dad suddenly noticed something in the sky. It was just outside his natural field of vision but he yelped and shouted to us both "There's a Yoo-Fo!" .... "A BLOODY YOO-FO!".

He meant a UFO.

My brother and I were five and eight years old respectively, so this was the most exciting news we'd ever heard. Rather than slow down and stop though, he kept driving, one hand on the wheel, the other balanced on the driver side window as he craned his neck to get a better look. He didn't want to risk missing MacGyver so there was no time to stop the car.

As we careened around one bend after another, our father barely in control of the vehicle, the UFO came dramatically into full view at the side of the car.

It was the fucking moon.

Come to think of it, this would have qualified for last week's QOTW too.
( chart cat has an itch, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 18:40, 3 replies)

It has to be said...
...that's no moon.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 19:37, closed)

He he :-)
Except it was the bastard moon, shining all over us and mocking my dad's ignorance of huge celestial bodies.

How I wish it had been a fully armed and operational battlestation... !
( chart cat has an itch, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 21:42, closed)

Your dad


Isn't Welsh is he?

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/7489457.stm
(H K Phooey, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 17:24, closed)