The diminutive dinosaur locked eyes with Wilson and cried: 'Mummy!'
Wilson visibly blanched!
'My name is Pterry, and you are my Mummy!' the creature announced.
Wilson snorted derisorily: 'Pterry the Pterodactyl? That's a bit of a cliché, isn't it?'
Antony the Anteater coughed and gave Wilson a very hard stare.
W shrugged. 'Hmm. Pterry it is, then!'
Wilson then patiently explained to Pterry that he is not his 'Mummy' but in fact the proprietor of the Museum inside which he has been born.
Pterry absorbed this information, nodding gravely at each statement.
W then told Pterry could stay, so long as he agrees to put on 'a bit of a show' for museum visitors.
'You know the sort of thing: flap your wings about, growl a bit, look adorable… but threatening – do you understand?'
Pterry nodded, 'Okay, Mummy!'
Nërp has finally decided that the Strange Stone in the Museum is 'probably' not on his database, and taken the decision to inform Wilson of its sudden and mysterious appearance.
On receiving the news, Wilson immediately assumed that the museum had suffered an asteroid strike – he grabbed Antony and Tiny Toy and rushed out to take them to his underground Asteroid Shelter.
Actually, he was deeply conflicted as to whether he should check his Museum's Roof for Asteroid Damage before taking refuge in the Shelter.
Reasoning that if the Asteroid Strike has already occurred – and he is still alive – the immediate danger may have passed, he bravely decided to risk a quick reconnoitre of the museum.
Opening the door and nervously peering inside, he realised that the 'stone' appeared to have cracked open… and hatched – for surrounded by remnants of egg shell sat a strange dinosaur-like creature wearing a surprised expression!
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IN OTHER NEWS: The Blog has now recorded more than 66,000 hits! Yay!
As some of you know, it was recently my birthday.
One of Wilson's friends in Australia, John Kaniecki, kindly wrote a brilliant poem for me!
Here it is:
ANTEATERS
by John Kaniecki
I am the great promoter
Peddling some sinister sacred sin
I am the great promoter
PT Barnum’s twin
Like a rocket above the skies
My ticket sale soars
I need not tell any lies
I am advertising ‘Ant Wars’
Picture if you will
A green grassy field
Ants march through blades of grass
Secretly they pass
Oh what a wondrous thrill
These stubborn insects refuse to yield
But alas in comes the anteater
We call him Paul but his name is Peter
He is well trained in the art of eating
With a wicked wild nose there is no chance of defeating
Our miraculous hero
The score starts at zero to zero
But soon Paul gives it his all
See the ants by the score fall
Sucked up in the long snout
There is no doubt
The honors go to the winner
In this case a tasty dinner
And so the sun sets on another Australian day
Paul has more than earned his pay
No pesky ants will be coming our way
Hail to our friend
May his life have no end
For as long as he walks by our side
No matter how much the ants increase
We may have our cookouts in perfect peace
That truth cannot be denied
Anteaters wherever they trod
Are a gift straight from God!
Is that Brilliant or what?! Thank you, John!
You can see some of his other work here:
https://www.amazon.com/John-Kaniecki/e/B00NV8AU76%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share
Nërp, in the course of carrying out his duties as Museum Security Guard, has come across what appears to be a strange stone in the museum.
His attention was drawn to the stone because, unlike all the other exhibits, it doesn't have a label.
Not wanting to worry Wilson at this stage, he has decided to consult his database to confirm whether this is indeed a new addition to the Museum's Stock.
Nërp is running an early Beta copy of dBase IV, so this could take some time…
Since the Wilson Vermilingua New Museum of Old Stuff and a Robot is currently closed, Wilson has appointed Nërp to the post of Museum Security Guard and Cleaner.
Nërp was very pleased by the first position, rather less so by the second – he says he might do a little light dusting and count the exhibits, but draws the line at washing the floor or cleaning the windows…
Other than a peaked cap from a Fancy Dress shop and a plastic Sheriff badge out of a cracker, there is no Security Guard Uniform as such, so Nërp's come up with a Warning Sign of his own.
And given what little he has in the way of equipment, he's really working that hat – at once both sinister and jaunty!
By way of weaponry, Wilson has armed Nërp with a broom… secretly hoping he will grow bored of doing nothing and use it to sweep the floors.
Seems my chat with Wilson about his many failed business schemes didn't fall on deaf ears!
He and Byron have drawn up this QUESTIONNAIRE to research people's needs and budgets before he invents his next 'Can't Fail' Product.
Wilson brought it to me and asked what I thought of it.
'Hej, Ny Pappa!' he greeted me. 'Vad tror du?'
I skimmed the page and said I'd give him my considered opinion later.
'Tack!' he replied, 'Absolut! Vi ses senare – efter kaffe.'
Wilson has started talking like this quite often lately – I think he may be watching too much Nordic Noir on Netflix and All-4.
Perhaps I should have a word – although being bilingual would be a great advantage to him in later life…
Also, Wilson has asked me to mention that if you would like to licence his Questionnaire for use in your own Innovation Research, his rates are very reasonable…
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PS: Wilson says there will be a 'Valuable Reward' sent to everyone who returns their questionnaire 'Properly completed' – I really wouldn't get too excited, though!
Apparently production costs of Wilson's l'eau de la fourmi Air Freshener (specifically, the price of the fancy glass bottles) has proved too high to proceed with the venture.
Accordingly, in a cost-cutting measure, he and Byron have cut out a load of little tree shapes from blotting paper, which they intend soaking in the remains of the l'Eau de la Fourmi then marketing them as Magic Tree-style Car Air Fresheners…
You might be surprised by how much ink you get through when you print on blotting paper…
I expect I shall receive an early pre-production Air Freshener, for Customer Satisfaction/Feedback purposes, but at least in this warm weather I should be able to drive with the windows down…
This month's copy of Uckfield Update magazine has just arrived.
It contains, as promised, Wilson's advert for his l'Eau de la Fourmi Air Freshener.
No doubt I shall discover how much it costs to advertise in the Uckfield Update when my VISA bill arrives…
Hello, we are The Bees and this is our Guest Blog!
Now that Summer has at long last been successfully installed, we thought we should give you some tips about taking care of yourself in the sun.
Sunshine is lovely, but it can take a terrible toll on your eyes and skin which is why we always wear sun hats, dark glasses and lots of factor 50 when we're working outside in the summer – and we make sure our children, Johnson and Johnson, do the same.
It's easy to be fashionable in the sun, as you can see: I bought this charming sun bonnet on eBay, and we bought our shades from the chemists in the village.
Sunscreen can make your fur go a little flat, so you just need to zoosh it up a bit after you've put it on!
Wilson's New Dad has had to have his cataracts replaced or something, and we didn't like the sound of that – which is why we always keep our Sunnies on, even at night – when it makes us look well Enigmatic.
And Inscrutable – we are Bees of Mystery!
Also, people mistake us for Incognito Celebrities off Love Island – although it's quite hard not to keep bumping in to things.
Anyway, we've been The Bees, and we'll see you again next month – until then, BEEEEEEEEE GOOD!
I've been thinking about Wilson's Air Freshener invention… and his Ant Ice Lollies, the Unpuncturable Tyres, his Odd Socks enterprise and all his many other inventions and get-rich-quick schemes.
I think the fundamental, underlying problem with Wilson's inventions is that he spends too little time thinking about what people really want, and too much time thinking about how he'll spend his First £1 Million.
I took Wilson to one side today and had a chat with him about this, and he seemed to take it quite well, saying he'd give it some thought… although he did confess that he'd already placed an advert for the Air Freshener in Uckfield Update magazine.
IN OTHER NEWS, Nërp has asked me whether he could invite his niece, Jīqìrén, to stay for a little while.
He says it would be like Work Experience or 'Take Your Niece To Work Day', adding, 'She's a charming girl, probably. You might love her and her doubtless cute ways, and perhaps find her useful for performing small chores around the house.'
Well, 'performing small chores' would certainly be excellent, as Nërp has never shown any signs of performing any domestic tasks whatsoever – although he does seem strangely, well, vague about his niece…
But I've told him it would be okay – I'm really looking forward to meeting her, and I'm sure she'll fit in just fine.
Coming downstairs today, I was met with the terrible stench of formaldehyde – every room smelled like a Funeral Home, or a Taxidermist's Workroom!
'Wilson!' I shouted, 'what is that @#$%&* smell?'
'New Dad!' he called back, 'I am shocked by your intemperate language – and in front of young Biro, too!'
His voice had come from the living room, so I went in to see what was going on… and soon located the source of the noxious miasma: both boys were admiring what purported to be an Air Freshener – although it would be fairer to describe it as an Air Polluter.
Wilson spoke first, saying, 'What do you think, New Dad? It's the first prototype of our Ant-Flavour Air Freshener!'
'I think it stinks!' I replied.
'You don't like the concept?' he asked, 'Air Fresheners are very popular, and luxury fragrances command premium prices!'
'No,' I replied, 'what stinks is the smell – what on earth is it?'
'Byron tentatively informed me that it was called 'Eau d'Formol', adding, 'It's the smell ants give off when they think they're about to be eaten…'
In Europe, and particularly here in Uckfield, the weather is hot.
Hot, not in a good way but in an airless, sultry, sticky, clammy, stifling, humid and muggy way that renders sleep almost impossible.
Wilson and Byron, originally from Costa Rica, could normally be relied on to take this sort of weather in their stride – but even they are finding it a bit oppressive.
When I came down to breakfast this morning I was very pleased to be offered a home made Ice Lolly .
I gratefully accepted the proffered icy treat and was about to suck on it, when I noticed a lot of, well, little black things frozen into the ice.
'Are these little black specks what I think they are?' I enquired.
Wilson replied, 'That rather depends on what you think they are – if you think they're ants, then you're correct!'
Byron nodded enthusiastically – but to their surprise and disappointment, I returned the unsucked lolly to the freezer.
'Are you sure you won't have one?' Byron asked, 'They're very refreshing, and there's a bit of Gin in them!'
Wilson agreed, adding that 'Frozen Ants are The Way Forward, and Biro and me are going into mass production.'
I suppose that means I shall have to empty the freezer of all the non-ant-based food that's taking up unnecessary space…
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I was reminded today of one of Wilson's other publishing successes, The Big Book Of Free Stuff. Do take a look, it's very good:
https://issuu.com/home/published/big_book_of_free_stuff_4issuu
What with everything that's been going on, I'm quite surprised that Wilson has got this ready in time: the July/September page of your Free 2019 Calendar Partwork!
With the excitement of Byron publishing his new book, I'm aware that Wilson's nose might be a bit pushed out of joint – Sibling Rivalry can be a terrible thing – therefore I'm taking the opportunity to remind you of some of his past Publishing Triumphs (ie the books that have made it past the Title and the Front Cover Design stage) starting today with ANTEATERS IN SPACE:
Wilson's "ANTEATERS IN SPACE" book
Nërp is considering leaving what he calls his 'Life of Domestic Servitude and Drudgery' to strike out as a full-time artist – possibly in Montmartre…
But while he's pondering that, Byron has finished and published a book!
I didn't even known he was working on a book – what a dark horse he is…
Anyway, it's a book about Understanding Conceptual Art, which he's written following our visit to The Turner Contemporary Gallery in Margate to see the Katie Paterson show, A place that exists only in moonlight.
Here you can see a picture of the book (I think it must be printed on very thick paper, because it's not quite as long as this photo makes it look!) and you can read it for yourself here:
Byron's Book Link
He's a very clever lad, I think you'll agree!
In the words of Mark Twain*, 'I don't know much about art, but I know what I hate!', and I really don't hate Nerp's painting of Wilson in the garden!
I think it's much better than anything painting robot Ai-Da has done, and I'm going to frame it and hang it in the living room.
Wilson's interest was piqued when he learned that one of Ai-Da's paintings has sold for £1Million – exactly the sum needed by W to keep the promise he made to his Mum, Mrs V – although Nërp says that if he sells his painting, the proceeds will go to the Home For Retired Robots.
It still looks to me as though Wilson is asleep rather than thinking, although I will concede that his eyes are open.
Of course, that could just be Nërp using some 'artistic licence' in his interpretation…
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*Sir Max Beerbohm, Monty Python and Homer Simpson have all said this, but it is not known who said it first.
Wilson has just read yesterday's post, and taken offence at it!
He says he was not 'Dozing in the sunshine' as I'd had 'erroneously' stated, but purposely remaining motionless while Nërp created his likeness in watercolours.
'In fact,' he continued, 'so far from dozing was I that I composed this Haiku to express my feelings!'
Anteater,
Dozing in the summer sun
His head filled with thoughts of Ants
I pointed out that the verse actually contains the word 'Dozing' but Wilson insisted that this was merely for poetical effect, and because it had exactly the required number of syllables to complete the Haiku.
Home again following our holiday in Margate, everything is returning to what passes here for normal.
Nërp has been inspired by Ai-Da, 'the world's first Painting Robot' to take up painting as a hobby.
Ai-Da was designed by Cornish robotics company Engineered Arts, and her robotic hand was developed by engineers in Leeds, while Nërp was designed and built by the good people at eBay…
Nërp told me he was a bit disappointed, as he could have been the world's first Painting Robot if only he'd thought of it, but added, 'Disappointment is a human emotion to which I have neither wish nor capacity to fall prey. As are Dismay, Sadness, Despondency, Jealousy, Bitterness and Resentfulness.'
I have to say, he did sound the tiniest bit all those things, but I expect that's just my imagination…
Anyway, why I mention this is because while Wilson was sitting dozing in the sunshine, Nërp painted a picture of him – and although I'm no expert, it looks pretty good to me!
Before we left the Turner Contemporary, while the lads were occupied in the Gift Shop, I bought a copy of Katie Paterson's Book of Ideas – A place that only exists in moonlight – it was quite expensive, but I think it will be a nice souvenir for Byron – I'll give it to him when we get home.
But at last it's time to leave Margate and return to Uckfield.
On the drive back we passed some seaside Beach Huts, and Nërp noticed that some of them had been decorated in quite unusual ways.
We parked the car to investigate (and to buy ice creams, sweets and comics – obviously) and went to investigate.
Someone remarked that the one in the middle should be called Spongebob Beach Hut!
Byron was characteristically quiet on the rest of the journey, studiously writing in a little notebook he'd bought.
The boys met up again in front of Vatnajökull (the sound of) – a piece comprised of a neon sign of a long number.
Wilson asked Byron, 'So, Biro – this isn't just a neon sign, is it?'
'You're right!' Byron replied enthusiastically, 'It's a telephone number. You can call it from anywhere in the world and hear the Vatnajökull Glacier in Iceland dying as it melts… it's a very melancholy sound, and a sorrowful thought, don't you think?'
Wilson considered this for some moments, the silence broken only by a performance of Earth-Moon-Earth (an automated grand piano playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, the data having been transmitted from the Earth to the moon, reflected off the Moon's surface and received back on Earth, the music occasionally interrupted or altered by data-loss).
Then he asked, 'Biro, how do you know so much about all this… stuff?'
'Mostly,' Byron replied, 'I just read the labels!'
The next installation was Timepieces (Solar System) (2014)
Wilson, though, had by now stood all he could stand, and took Byron to one side.
'Byron, mate – I say this for your own good: open your eyes: it's a row of clocks – and they're all showing the wrong time! You could buy your own row of clocks from Rymans, and set them all to the wrong times, but that wouldn't make you an artist!'
Byron turned to Wilson and explained quietly, 'Wilson, the artwork is not the clocks. It's not the Lightbulbs or the DHL Package. The Artwork is the IDEA – the CONCEPT. The clocks, the lightbulbs, the package – they're just the Physical Manifestation of the Concept.'
Wilson was quite thoughtful after this, and while Byron went off to listen to As The World Turns (a recording of Vivaldi's Four Seasons played on a record player whose turntable rotates only once per day) Wilson remained looking at 'Timepieces', deep in thought.
Nërp explained helpfully that, having just completed the calculations, all the clocks were in fact showing the correct times, but for other planets, not the Earth… except for Saturn, which was running two minutes slow.
Wilson remained immersed in thought, while Nërp went off to report the timekeeping error to someone…
