Monkeying around

I was out holidaying in the mountains. The crisp cold air, the misty roads, the bundles of warm clothing, the occassional hot cuppa - it was heavenly. Literally. That is, until I came to be swamped in a conspiracy.

Conspiracy in the mountains?

I stepped out of the cab to take some photographs. I was looking all dapper in my cooling glasses and muffler and all and thought a pic of me in the mountains was all that Vogue was looking for. I took off my James Bond shades to adjust the camera. All of a sudden, without warning, a huge - and I mean gigantic - monkey strode up to me, dragged me down by my muffler and snatched my glares out of my hand. Before I had time to blink, it scampered off to join its sniggering buddies.

I was non-plussed for a moment. Then my face turned varying shades of purple as my anger slowly escalated. Before I could utter a feral snarl and lunge at those creatures, my cabbie told me to sit back in the car and that he would retrieve my shades in a jiffy.

I watched interestedly as he grabbed a huge stick and started doing a rain dance around the monkeys. Within minutes, the offending creature dropped my shades and ran off. My cabbie picked them up and proudly presented them to me.

The earpiece was gone, they wouldn't fit properly and there were scratches on the lens. I sighed. Well, it was about time I got a new pair of shades anyway.

Twilight

I quite liked the Twilight series by Stephanie Mayer until I saw the movie. Ew...the Edward I was so in love with made me puke. Couldn't they have come up with a more suitable person to play that role? Gah!