Conducted brief field trials this morning to determine the answer to this age-old question, contemplated by all the greats of the past century. No time for the full text of our article as am currently observing the effects of some road-side berries I found on the academic mind, having quietly adminstered them to Professor Ewanson's drink whiole he was looking the other way. Some brief excerpts from our field notes should suffice in the meantime.
Task one: ordering breakfast in a local bar: Prof. Ewanson administered some basic tests looking for intelligence which included asking the simple-looking staff to match up spoken words in their own language with pictorial representations of the same. Although we can report some loose correlation between pictures selected and words spoken, we are unable to report any notable indicators of intellegence. Must also report that subjects leered impertenantly throughout testing.
On a local thoroughfare:
Hordes of natives sighted sitting over the pavements, drinking strong liquor despite the early hour.
Furthermore, a rather frightening altercation with youthful native on a bicycle, who swore at Prof. Gillson in its local tongue and seemed unable to distinguish between the pavement and the road.
A savage and uncivilised place indeed.
3 comments:
How do you know he swore at you in his local tongue? He might have been saying something like "eh up there", or maybe "gosh, what a bally fool I am, must pay more attention to where I'm going, damnably off colour cycling on this pavement, dash it all." Stranger things have happened.
Keep an eye out for that angel ;-)
Dammit, I made something of a gender assumption there
Although it did give me a hearty chuckle, I really feel I ought to point out the inadvisability of spiking Prof. Ewanson's drinks with further unidentified berries, as these do have an unfortunate tendency towards the toxic :)
Dunc
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