Tomorrow, I predict things of innumerable dimensions heading towards my general direction. What these are I am yet to fathom, but I assume they shall be large in size and possibly red and blue in hue. Shall it be a bird? No. Shall it be an unusually decorated plane? No again is the answer. Then what? I won a competition to meet the part-time Superman, Kent Clark. Not all good things come from competitions.
© Kris Blackburn 28/07/04