I think Douglas Adams says it best:
‘‘What’s this?’’ whispered Max, wild-eyed, ‘‘what’s happening?’’
At the back of the Restaurant the stony-faced party from the
Church of the Second Coming of the Great Prophet Zarquon leapt
ecstatically to their feet chanting and crying.
Max blinked in amazement. He threw up his arms to the audience.
‘‘A big hand please, ladies and gentlemen,’’ he hollered, ‘‘for the
Great Prophet Zarquon! He has come! Zarquon has come again!’’
Thunderous applause broke out as Max strode across the stage and
handed his microphone to the Prophet.
Zarquon coughed. He peered round at the assembled gathering. The
stars in his eyes blinked uneasily. He handled the microphone
with confusion.
‘‘Er …’’ he said, ‘‘hello. Er, look, I’m sorry I’m a bit late.
I’ve had the most ghastly time, all sorts of things cropping up
at the last moment.’’
He seemed nervous of the expectant awed hush. He cleared his
throat.
‘‘Er, how are we for time?’’ he said, ‘‘have I just got a min-’’
And so the Universe ended.
It’s on the website below.
Arnold the Aardvark
British Unicycle Convention 9:
Kidderminster, 19-21 April 2002
http://www.unicycle.org.uk/buc9/
