Another slow burner from left field*. This has been in the
news recently, after someone found a message after just short of 100 years. Clearly, the
joy at beating this record would be tempered by the fact that I'd be dead. So I'm going to throw it into the
Thames, with the hope it will be picked out by Kate Bush, who lives 48
miles downriver, and I'd imagine spends a lot of her time staring at the water
trying to think of songs. I've chosen the bottle that I think would catch Kate's eye ...
*silly mid-off
4 comments:
How about:
"It's me Kathy, wondering what time you'll be home for tea. Hoping you're not too hot, too greedy. It's just paella." Then your phone number.
I don't want to give her my phone number. She might stalk me.
Got the bottle, password smudged- imagine it's wuthering... Send me the tenner- not sure about the album. Wasn't sefton a racehorse?
Well done for finding the bottle, Anonymous, a tenner is on its way to you - don't worry, I guessed your address. Sefton is actually a windy area on Merseyside.
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